Divine Intervention: One Shots

Lazy Sunday

We laid in bed tangled in each other like almost every Sunday. I had my head on his chest, running my fingers through the hair there. His fingers were drawing shapes on my shoulders and my back and playing with the hem of my tank top. Every so often his lips would lazily find mine. I was just about to slip back into sleep when he rolled to face me. 

“Are you feeling adventurous today?”, he asked meeting my eyes. 

I yawned. “Does it involve leaving this bed?” 

“No.” His answer definitely piqued my interest. 

“I’m game. What are you thinking?” 

He bit his lip, suddenly shy. “Let’s call it adult show and tell. I want you to show me how you help yourself when I’m not around. If you show me yours, I will show you mine.” The mischief played in his eyes and his smile. 

I bit my lip. “Are you sure? I mean it’s not like you need any pointers.” He placed his lips gently on mine and then found my eyes again. 

“I want to know what you like and I want you to show me.” The idea made me feel both sexy and silly at the same time. I blushed at the thought of what I was about to do. He tilted my chin up, “There is no need to be shy. You are beautiful and we should be able to share this with each other.” I smiled at him and sat up. 

I stacked some pillows up behind me so that I was half sitting up and halfway laying down. He shifted so that he was propped up on his elbow next to me. I leaned over and opened the drawer in my nightstand and I took out a small bottle of lube and a silicone vibrator. His eyes followed my every move intently. His eyes grew wide when I brought out the toy. I giggled. 

“You asked. Besides, you are bigger than this.” 

He blushed this time, “I’m sorry. Please continue.” 

I pulled my pajama pants off, leaving me in just my tank top and panties. I bent my knees and spread my legs. I began to gently rub myself through my panties with my fingers. I made the mistake of looking over at him. There was the unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes. I closed my eyes and went back to the task at hand. Just thinking about him watching me had me wet. I slowly slid my panties off and tossed them to the floor. I settled back more into the pillows. I took a deep breath and slowly let my hand slide down my body. I ran the length of my slit with my index finger, slowly inserting it as I found the hole. I pictured his face watching me as I let my eyes close and tipped my head back. I pushed the finger in and out of myself slowly adding a second one. He had his hand wrapped around my ankle and he was squeezing it and holding on. His breathing became slightly labored. I was enjoying the effect I was having on him. I soon needed more than just my own two fingers. 

I picked up the vibrator and applied a tiny bit of lube to the tip even though I was already a slippery mess. I slowly inserted the toy and turned it on low. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out when the vibrations started. I looked at him and he was entirely lost in what I was doing. I pushed the toy in and out as I rubbed slow circles over my clit. I turned up the toy to medium and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning his name. I felt the bed shift and soon his hands were on my face and his tongue was practically down my throat. One hand trailed down my body and took control of the toy. His motions were identical to mine. He switched the toy to high and placed the tip directly on my clit and I nearly bit his tongue. I came hard and fast. His mouth slowed on mine and then stopped to allow me to catch my breath. I was riding the wave so high that his words barely registered. 

“That was...wow. I was just supposed to watch, but I couldn’t resist.” In between breaths I informed him that I preferred him anyway. I trailed my hand down his body and found him hard and hot. I found his eyes with mine. 

“Your turn, mister," I said giving him my best smirk. I mimicked his starting position and propped myself up on my elbow, laying on my side, facing him.

He made himself comfortable against the pillows. He slid his boxer briefs off and tossed them to the floor. He was fully erect and already had moisture gathering at the tip. 

“I am afraid there is no elegance or pretense to this," he said with a shrug. He pulled a small bottle of lube out of the drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed. He squirted some into his palm, “Strawberry scented," he chuckled. He rubbed his hands together and gripped his shaft with his right hand and began to slowly stroke himself up and down. 

I took the whole sight in. His whole body was tensed. The delectable veins in his neck were sticking out, his legs were bent and his calf muscles were flexed, and his toes were curled. Every so often on the upstroke he would bring his hand up over the head like he was turning a door knob. He switched to his left hand and repeated the motion. He switched back to his right hand and picked up the pace. At this point he was grunting and moaning, he had to be close. Finding myself unable to resist. I squirted some of the lube into my hand and replaced his with my own. I claimed his mouth with mine and swallowed the moans that I could while keeping up the pace and the rhythm stroking him. His whole body tensed again as he erupted all over my hand and his lower belly. I took my tank top off and wiped both clean. I snuggled into his chest while he caught his breath. 

“I prefer your hands any day," he said between gulps of air.