Watched at Home by Jean-Luc Cheri

this
once?”
    “I don’t think–”
    I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Holding
onto his neck, I swung myself around, lifting my knee over his legs
and straddling his waist, pushing the blanket out of the way in the
same motion. My hips settled down on his crotch, and my arms clung
tightly around his neck as my head rested on his bare chest, turned
to the side.
    “Erica,” he said, his hands firmly on my
shoulders, trying to push me off. “There’s no reason for you to be
scared. It was only a dream.”
    I clung tighter to him. My bare midriff
against his stomach, and my panty covered pussy pressed against the
front of his gym shorts, two thin piece of material separating our
flesh. He had lost most of his hardness, but I still felt it under
me, warm and thick. So good.
    “Just for a while, Shane,” I said, snuggling
my face into his neck. “Just for a while,” I repeated softly.
    “Ok honey.” He gave up trying to resist me
and laid back, letting his hands rest on the small of my back.
    We lay like that for several minutes, and I
felt so warm and safe in his embrace. He relaxed too, and I felt
his erection subside.
    “I used to love to fall asleep on you this
way,” I said, my breath warm on his neck. “Remember that?”
    “I remember,” he said softly.
    “I would lie like this and smell your
cologne, and it made me feel so good.” I lifted my head and
breathed in his scent, my nose tickling at his skin. I shifted my
weight slightly, sliding my hips against his.
    “I remember,” he repeated. I felt his cock
stirring again.
    I glanced up at him. His eyes were closed,
and his face had a relaxed contented look.
    I shifted again, as if I was getting
comfortable, sliding the silk of my panties over his growing bulge.
His eyes remained closed, but he took a deep breath.
    “And when I fell asleep,” I whispered, “you
would carry me up to my bed, and lay me in it. Covering me with my
blankets.”
    “Mmm,” he breathed.
    “You know what I used to wish, Shane?”
Another shift. His cock was almost fully hard now.
    “What’s that baby?”
    “I used to wish that you would climb in bed
with me, and hold me in your arms all night.”
    “Mmm, that would have been nice.”
    I pressed my face into his neck,
concentrating on the feeling of the base of his hard cock against
the groove of my pussy.
    “You want to know a secret, honey?” His voice
was soft and husky.
    “Yes, Shane?”
    “When you used to fall asleep on me, I
wouldn’t take you to your bed right away. I liked the way you felt
on me, so I would lie there for a while, just feeling your weight
on me. You made me feel safe and warm.”
    “Mmm, that’s so nice. Do I feel good now?” I
pressed my hips down on him.
    “You feel fantastic.”
    “Good,” I whispered, “That’s all I want to
do. Make you feel good.” I hunched softly down against him,
pressing my clit against his rigid shaft. I sighed.
    He breathed deep again. “Is my holding you
helping you, honey? Do you feel better?”
    “Oh, yes. I don’t remember ever feeling this
good. I’ve wanted you to hold me like this for a long time.”
    He was quiet as his hands began to move on my
back, tracing his fingertips up my spine and back down, teasing at
the top of my ass cleft. I sighed and softly wiggled my hips.
    “When I would put you to bed…” he said and
then stopped.
    “Yes?”
    “I wanted the same thing you did. I wished I
could have climbed under the covers and held you in my arms.”
    “Mmm, I would have loved that. We could have
made each other feel good, like we are now.”
    I was moving on him, pressing and releasing
my pussy against his hard cock. I could tell the front of my
panties was soaked. His hands finally made up their mind, and slid
down to cup my ass cheeks, pressing me harder against him.
    I lifted my head and moaned, and when I
opened my eyes, he was staring at me.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
    I smiled softly at him and leaned