Pure Fantasy (Torchwood Ficlet)
I feel the softness of fingers caressing my hips causing a sound to escape my lips. Soft lips moved down my neck, shoulders and arm towards my fingers where they started to suckle them slowly. My eyes remained closed through the whole affair wanting to imagine the person in my mind, keeping the fantasy alive.
I can feel a hand moving down towards my cock. Teasing it just a little making me yell out for more before the hand starts to play sending shivers down my spine. I don’t want him to stop but it had to if people want their morning coffee.
“Sorry sir, I have to get ready for work.” I tell him which receives a disappointed moan from him.
“Oh come on, please stay I’m not finished.” He whines kissing my neck again. “It’s more special in the morning.”
I turn around and see that heaving chest, the sweat on the forehead from the night before plus that seductive smile that can melt your heart in a second. I didn’t want to leave but I had to as to keep that daily routine.
“I can’t but I promise that I will make it up to you.” I tell him before kissing him softly on the lips. He nods disappointingly before helping me to retrieve my clothes.
For the rest of the day images of pure fantasy fill my brain as I think about how I’m going to make it up to him.
Causing me to spill the coffee.