On and On

So things have been a bit of a rollercoaster ride. The past, oh, two months have been ridiculous. But without getting into the mess, Ninja and I are for now enjoying our time together and trying to live as we did before the Bad News hit.

So Saturday morning I walked over to the window, which overlooks the street, so I could keep a look out for the next train to take to work. Ninja was sitting in the chair nearby, playing with his brother on the magic that is xbox live. His shirt was off, the sun was shining in through the open blinds.

"What're you doin'?" he asks me in that tone.

"I'm going to take the next train," I state the obvious.

"What if you sit on my cock?"

Well that sounded like a much better idea. Though the blinds were open, oops. He pulled down his pants and his hard-on got just a bit harder, lying in wait on his hips. I love that feeling of straddling him and my tits touch his chest, and the difference in our body temperatures feels nice, 'til our friction evens us out and I feel only his hairless chest and the metal of my piercings.

I remember, he sucked in my nipple and I rested my head on his collarbone, looking down his torso with a groan. His cock was like a pillar, slick, and I loved the sight of him disappearing between my legs.

Then I could feel him come; it's like an electric burst, and I don't quite know what it is. But I feel it, and I love that, too. I feel him throbbing inside me and I leaned back, laughing at his expression.

"I feel goosebumps," he sighed, pleased, sprawled out on the chair before me.

"I'll see you after work, darling," and, with a kiss, I dismantled and left for the train.