Page 31 of Three Meows

My fingers dug into the back of the couch as I desperately tried to not suffocate the man under me when I made aborted motions of chasing after my pleasure.

“Rowan, fuck, yes, like that,” I moaned when he targeted my clit.

A playful kiss turned into drawing circles with his tongue around the sensitive nub, then flicking it, as he answered my reactions, my breathy moans for more. I got lost in the sensation, my head thrown back as I gazed unseeingly at the ceiling.

My thighs shook as I came with a cry.

The methodical savagery of Rowan’s strokes undid me so fast my head was spinning as the aftershocks of my orgasm traveled through my body.

He made an appreciative hum as I panted, slumped over him.

A few minutes later, I flopped next to him, letting him sit straight again and clean his face with a tissue. I was about to reach for the bulge in his pants when he reached for something else.

The remote.

He turned the show back on.

Rowan only smirked at my outraged expression and a second later I found myself back where I started: sitting on his lap and facing the TV. The only difference was that my panties now lay on the floor and the post-orgasmic languidness was still present in my body.

With a sigh, I resigned myself to watching a pretty good sci-fi show.

Once the episode was over and we agreed to watch the rest of the series together later, it was time for me to choose another franchise to introduce Rowan to. As his last pick was flawless, I couldn’t be upstaged, so I put on a time travel show that was surely going to suck my boyfriend in.

It was a hit.

I spent the next half hour happily babbling from Rowan’s lap, pointing out every detail he had to pay attention to and providing trivia about the actors and the production of the show.

While having such a good time, I almost forgot about the compromising position I was in and the bulge that was pressing against my ass.

Almost.

When it was time for the next series Rowan leaned forward to grab the remote which pressed his half-hard cock against me and my horniness returned with a vengeance.

A whine escaped my lips. When Rowan straightened I turned just enough to pepper the underside of his jaw with needy kisses.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

“No. Watch,” Rowan said unflinchingly, his fingers grabbing my chin and manhandling me to face the screen.

“I can watch while you fuck me!” I said in my desperation.

We both froze.

“Hmm,” Rowan made a considering sound. I sweated as my future hung in the moment. Did I really want to ride his cockwhile being expected to pay attention to, no doubt, another intricate story?

Fuck it, I was all in.

“I can multitask. Do you doubt me?” I challenged.

“Alright,” Rowan said, and my heart pounded with excitement.

I scrambled to make the promised fucking a reality before he changed his mind. My panties were already decorating the floor, so it was only a matter of getting Rowan’s pants and underwear off — a task I performed with zeal to the amusement of my lover — and to hike my skirt up.

Even if Rowan was trying to pretend he was unaffected by me disrobing him on my knees, his cock, which went from half hard to fully up, revealed how excited he was. I scrambled back into the position, guiding his pretty long cock into my pussy as I spread my legs open and bracketed his thighs with my knees, ready to ride him, my back to him in a reverse cowgirl position.

As he filled me I moaned at the fulness. Yes, this was what I wanted, what I needed. He was so good for giving this to me…

I raised my hips.

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