Pippa's POV/2nd Person
You opened the dryer door and piled the fresh, hot clothes into the empty hamper, feeling a sense of accomplishment. It was always nice to have an empty laundry basket, but it never lasted long. You were planning on surprising your boyfriend, Lin, with a nice dinner in a couple hours. After folding the laundry, you'd get started on the cooking.
Unexpectedly, you heard the door open and slam. Next, keys skidding across the kitchen counter and shoes being kicked off. You looked at your watch in confusion, not expecting him home for another couple hours. The fridge opened and you heard him crack open a beer. From the sound of things, his day hadn't gone well.
You set the laundry basket down and wandered down the hallway, in your light gray yoga pants and tight-fitting white top.
"Lin?"
You found your boyfriend with his head down, his hands spread wide across the counter in a defeated position. You walked up to him hesitantly, telling he was upset. You gently rubbed your hand over his back, his head still hanging.
"What happened?"
"The show's gone to shit," he said, standing up and taking another swig of his beer. He set it down roughly on the counter. "The director and I keep butting heads. I don't like the direction it's going. I'm thinking of pulling out."
Lin had been working on a small production at a little theatre downtown. It wasn't anything that would make him a lot of money, but it was dear to his heart. Everything he worked on he put his heart and soul into.
"Well, you need to take care of you," you reminded him. "Have you talked to your agent?"
"I'm calling him tomorrow morning," he told you, shaking his head. "I can't believe I got myself into this."
You gently put your hand on his shoulder and turned him towards you. "Lin. You cannot beat yourself up about this. Not every project is going to be gold. Sometimes you miss."
You rubbed your hands over his biceps, which were becoming better formed lately. He'd started running and doing some light weight-lifting lately.
"Yeah," he agreed quietly. "I just go personally invested sometimes. I hate to see something fail."
You nodded, knowing how he took any failure personally. You snaked your arms around his neck as you looked into his disappointed face. He offered a small smile as he looked at you for the first time.
"Sorry," he apologized, letting a hand run over your upper arm. "I didn't mean to unload on you. Did you have a good day?"
"I did," you told him. "But let's focus on you right now."
You closed your eyes and leaned in to connect your lips with his. He responded slowly at first, obviously still frustrated by his day. You exchanged slow, lazy kisses for a minute, hoping it would calm him down a bit. After a minute, he pulled away and sighed.
"I'm sorry," he told you, running his hands through his hair. "I just can't get this out of my head."
You bit your lip, nodding. "Well, let me see if I can do something else to take your mind off it."
His face froze momentarily, realizing what you were implying. Your fingers went to his belt and you began unbuckling it, the metal clinking in the otherwise silent apartment. After unbuckling it, you fumbled with the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He watched you, lips slightly parted, as you pushed his jeans over his hips, revealing his gray boxer briefs beneath. You smiled at him as you lowered down to your knees.
You palmed his crotch over the fabric, gently rubbing up and down at his currently limp organ. That wouldn't last for long. His fingers ran through your hair gently as you palmed him gently. He began to push his hips slightly forward, wanting more. You slowly slipped his underwear over his bottom, his cock spilling out. You took it in your hand, pulling it up as you began to gently kiss his balls. His head tilted back as you began to apply a gentle pressure to his limp cock with your warm hand.
As you kissed at his balls and the base of his cock, he started to moan and harden. You kissed all the way up his shaft, not rewarding him yet with the hot moistness of your mouth. Both hands snaked through your hair now, pulling it back out of the way as you reached his tip. You pulled back slightly, teasing the tip with your fingertips. He shuddered.
Finally, you guided the tip into your mouth, cupping your lips around it. He groaned as you swirled your tongue around it. After six months together, you'd learned his hot spots, and this was one of his favorites. You concentrated your attention on the tip for a minute as your hand gripped his hardening cock. Soon, you were moving a little farther down, bobbing your head around as your hand worked in time.
You could tell you were hitting the right spot from his groans and moans, and the way his hips bucked forward. The veins in his dick were starting to protrude as he became more and more aroused. Before long you felt his hands at your biceps, pulling you up before he got too close to coming. He immediately spun you around and you steadied yourself with your hands on the counter. His lips went to your neck and behind your ear as he grinded his fully erect cock against your ass. You pushed back, reaching back with your hand to run your fingers through his hair.
"God, you're so good at that," he grinned as his hands went under your shirt, pushing the fabric up as they travelled to your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra so his warm hands instantly found your nipples, roughly teasing them. You moaned as his mouth continued to attack you as his fingers worked.
A moment later, his hands pushed your yoga pants and underwear down in one motion until they pooled around your feet. He kicked his jeans off the rest of the way and you felt his fingers reach between your legs. They worked at you clit as he gently nibbled at your ear. He was making you feel reckless.
You were already wet and his fingers soon left to be replaced by the tip of his cock. You gasped as he rubbed it around your opening, getting it moist with your wetness. His hand somewhat forcefully bent you over the counter, lifting your hips up a little more. His other hand guided his cock into your entrance and you whimpered as he began to fill you up.
Lin's hand went to your hip to steady you as he pushed himself inside all the way to the hilt. You gasped a little, catching your breath as he pressed kisses to the base of your neck.
"Feel so good," you heard him whisper as he pulled out slightly. His first few thrusts were slow and gentle, but you soon found his mood was anything but. He'd had a frustrating day and he began to let it out on your pussy. Almost immediately he started slamming his hips towards your ass, fucking you hard. The loud sounds of his skin hitting your hard filled the kitchen. He grunted as continued to pump into you fast.
"Fuuuuck," you groaned. "Goood, Lin."
His hands went to both hips, holding you in place so he could fuck you senseless. Fuck you like he needed to right now. All the frustration from his day seemed to pass as his hips continued to slam into you. The tip of his cock was hitting your g-spot just right and you screamed to encourage him along.
His hard, wild thrusts were difficult to sustain for long and he began to slow down. He thrusted into you a little slower, then snapped his hips as he filled you up. You stood upright and one of his hands travelled back under your top as he palmed your breast roughly.
He pulled out and turned you around, then surprised you by picking you up. His hand went behind you and he found his cock, then guided it to your entrance. He guided you to slip down a little lower as he filled you up again. You locked eyes as he slammed you against the cabinet. With it at your back, he used it as leverage to continue to fuck you. His hands cupped your ass as he slammed into you hard.
Your lips were centimeters apart but this wasn't time for kissing gently. You were fucking. Hard. The look in his eyes was incredibly intense, watching your reaction as his cock pumped into you. You grinded your hips against his, filling your clit rub against him.
You pushed back, forcing him to walk backwards. You finally grasped his face between your hands and kissed him roughly, your tongues fighting for control as he backed towards the kitchen table. He sit in the chair, positioning you in his lap. You took the opportunity to strip off your shirt. His hands immediately went to your naked breasts, squeezing them roughly before teasing your nipples with his teeth.
You began to move on top of him, grinding your hips against his as he teased your breasts. As you started to ride him harder, the sounds coming from your throat were alien. Animalistic. Putting your feet on the floor for leverage, you bounced on him, your breasts moving in time with your movements. He looked up at you slightly, watching you fuck him.
His hands went to your ass, pulling you closer to him as he began to grunt and groan. You could tell he was nearing orgasm. You pushed your clit against his hips to gain more traction. Soon, the pitch of your moaning was rising as you felt the familiar tightness building deep in your belly. He scrunched up his face and his hips bucked as he reached his climax. He groaned out loudly as you rode him through. Moments later, pleasure washed through your pussy and down to your toes as you reached your own orgasm, screaming it out.
As you rode the ebb, he pressed kiss to your neck, your cheek, then your lips. Your hips slowed down, making slowly, gentle movements as you both came down from your climaxes. You both looked into each other's eyes as you caught your breath. Finally, you stilled and his fingers raked through your hair. He kissed you thoroughly, slowly, as you remained connected.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered to you, and you giggled a little. You ran your fingers over his cheek, down to the soft hair of his goatee. His eyes were dark with desire and you felt like the most important person on the Earth.
"Did that take your mind off things?" you asked him, smirking. He laughed. You lived for that laugh.
"For damn sure," he said. "You seduced me."
We kissed again slowly. Finally, you gently pushed yourself off him. He groaned as you released him and stood up. You turned to find your panties but his hands on your hips stopped you. He pulled you back and he placed several kisses to your lower back, your ass. You let your hands sit on top of his as you enjoyed his final ministrations. He stood up, his body flush with yours and kissed at your neck and behind your ear. Then, he turned you around to face him once again.
"Thank you," he told you softly.
"For what?"
"For being the most amazing girlfriend ever," he said. "You know how to snap me out of it."
I let a hand rub over his cheek. "You should have bad days more often so we can have more hot sex."
He chuckled as you leaned in to kiss him again.