Sweet Love

Stuart Twombly (The Internship)

Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he'd been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.
He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.
You'd been begging him to use some of his sick time, but he was adamant that he was needed, and he couldn't take the time off. So you knew you had to take drastic measures.
You just wanted one long weekend. So you plotted, and waited for the opportunity to arise.
It was a Thursday, and Stuart left for work that morning, waking you with a kiss goodbye. You listened to him leave, the front door shutting quietly behind him. Stretching languidly, you rolled out of bed, starting your morning routine. Bed made, you padded to the bathroom to shower, emerging some time later in a cloud of steam, your robe wrapped around your body, hair wet and hanging down your shoulders. You made a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, settling down at the table with your laptop. You perused your Twitter and Facebook, scrolling through tumblr as you finished eating, pulling up your Google Hangouts and shooting a message to Neha.
You: Hey girl.
Neha: Hey!
You: Any luck?
Neha: I was just about to message you. Today is the day. It's just the four of us and we're going out to lunch, but Stuart said he's staying behind.
You grinned, excitement bubbling through you.
You: Yaaas! What time?
Neha: Lunch is at noon.
You: You're my favorite.
Neha: Get some, girl.
You clicked off, putting your dishes in the sink and disappearing back into the bathroom to brush your teeth. You styled your hair, your eyes glued to the clock as you finished your makeup. At 11:50 you gathered up your laptop and brought it in the bedroom, setting it up on the dresser that faced the bed. Google Hangouts alerted you when Neha sent a message.
Neha: Go.
You clicked on Stuart's contact info, initiating a video call, before backing up so your body was in full view of the camera. You knew he'd answer, it wasn't uncommon for you to video chat while he was on his lunch break, but Neha was in charge of making sure that everyone was out of the office today, and that Stuart would have the area completely to himself.
You untied the sash around your waist, letting your robe drop to the floor at your feet, just as Stuart accepted the request.
"Hi, baby-" His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "Holy shit."
You bit your lip, meeting his eyes through the camera. "Hi, Stuart."
"What are you doing?"
"Missing you." Your hands skimmed across your skin, brushing your nipples as they moved down to your stomach.
"Oh my God..." He turned, looking around to make sure he was alone. "Baby, I'm at work-"
"I know. And we don't have much time, so you're gonna have to be quick."
"Quick? What do you mean?"
You stepped forward, bending to be eye level with the camera. "You've got to make me cum, of course. I don't want to do it without you."
Stuart looked pained, and you watched as he adjusted himself in his chair. "How?"
"Talk to me. Tell me what you want me to do."
He groaned. "I don't know. Sit down on the bed?"
You did as he asked, your knees together. "Come on Stuart. I know you're all alone. Tell me."
He took a deep breath, sitting back in his chair. You watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, his hand disappearing into his khakis. In a burst of confidence, he started instructing you on what to do. "Spread your legs, baby. Lemme see that pretty pussy."
You giggled, parting your legs and laying back slightly on your elbows. "Like this?"
"Just like that baby girl." He was stroking himself in his pants and you felt yourself get wet just watching him. "Now, touch yourself. I want you to get your fingers nice and wet and spread it around."
You hummed, eyes slipping closed as your fingers coasted down to your folds and into your entrance, gathering your arousal and rubbing it up to your clit.
"Good girl. How does that feel?"
You whimpered. "I wish it was you."
"Me too. I wish it was my tongue. You taste so sweet, I'd love to lick those juices up right now. I'd eat that for hours, make you cum so many time you wouldn't be able to walk for days because of how bad your legs would shake."
Your fingers dipped back into your entrance, not as satisfying as his long, dexterous ones, but good enough. "Please, Stuart."
He growled, continuing on. "Rub your clit, baby. Pretend it's my tongue, pretend your fingers are mine, pounding into you and curling so I can reach your spot, my mouth closing around your clit and sucking hard."
Your back arched as your fingers worked quickly, your muscles contracting as he continued to give you instruction.
"Put your leg up higher. Right, just like that."
You adjusted yourself so you could see him, his hand gripping desperately around his cock. He'd pulled it out now, and it was hard and red, leaking precum from the tip. You longed to run your tongue along it, to taste his release when you sucked him until he was cumming down your throat in hot spurts. You told him so.
"Baby, I'd love to feel your mouth around my cock right now. So hot and wet, you know how to use your tongue so well."
"Please come home, Stuart. I need you, I can't wait anymore. I need to cum and I want you to do it."
"I want to see you cum for me now, and if you do, I'll leave work, just to come home and fuck you."
You moaned, digits working furiously as you watched him, his own eyes sliding shut as he neared his own release. "Stuart..."
Your back arched as you came hard, his name spilling from your lips over and over as your body shook with pleasure. You heard him grunt, turning to watch as cum spurted from him, covering his hand in sticky white fluid. Your chest heaved as he sat back in his chair, his clean hand moving up to adjust his glasses and fix the beanie on his head.
"I'll be home in twenty minutes. Be ready for me." He hung up the call, the screen going black as you sat up, trying to catch your breath.
Mission accomplished.
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You rolled up off the bed, picking up your robe and hanging it on the back of the bathroom door. You heard your computer make a noise, laughing when you saw the message from Neha.
Neha: I don't know what you did, but he just came in here all flushed, told Lyle he was going home and wouldn't be back until Monday, and ran out. I hope you have a nice long weekend!
You smiled, closing the computer and putting it away, perching on the edge of the bed and waiting for Stuart to come home.
You didn't have to wait long, your boyfriend busting in through the door and slamming it behind him not ten minutes later. You heard his quick footsteps down the hall, your eyes meeting his as he appeared in the doorway.
"Hi baby." You chirped, leaning back on your hands.
Your eyes traveled up and down his body, and you shivered when you saw that he was hard again, his cock pressing on his khaki pants. His chest was heaving and his face was dusted pink, his eyes dark with lust. "You're a sneaky little girl, aren't you? You wanted me to come home and spend the weekend buried inside of you, didn't you?"
You hummed, nodding your head. "I just wanted a mini vacation with you."
Stuart stepped into the room, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks. You licked your lips in anticipation as he bit his bottom lip. "God, you're so beautiful."
He threw his beanie to the side, pulling his sweater off and his shirt over his head. Your eyes lingered on the patch of hair on his chest, following the trail of it down his abdomen. He adjusted his glasses, moving forward, his fingers fumbling with his belt, his pants and boxers pooling to the floor around his feet.
You launched forward, dropping to your knees in front of him and taking his cock in your hands, stroking him as your tongue peeked out, licking a stripe down the underside of his shaft. He groaned, his fingers burying in your hair as your mouth closed around him, a growl rumbling through your chest as you deepthroated him, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue.
"Such a greedy little girl. You love the way it tastes, don't you?"
You were practically gushing, the timber of his voice and his filthy words filling you with desire. You sucked hard, applying pressure with your tongue, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed back and forth. His hips were canting forward, matching your rhythm, moans spilling from his lips as your mouth worked over him.
He stopped you suddenly, pulling your hair gently. "I want to taste you, baby. Come here."
He helped you stand, leading you to the bed. He laid down on his back, pulling you up beside him on your knees. He grabbed your left leg and tugged it so it rested on the other side of his body so you were straddling him backwards. You figured out what he wanted right away, sliding back so your knees were on either side of his head, your palms resting on his stomach.
You sighed as he kissed up the inside of your thighs, stopping only to remove his glasses. His hands gripped your ass tightly, pulling you down to his face, his tongue gliding through your folds and into your entrance. You moaned loudly, bucking against his face as he hummed and groaned beneath you, slurping and sucking, his grip leaving bruises on your flesh.
You leaned forward, taking his cock back in your hands and stroking it again, your tongue teasing the slit before bringing it back in your mouth. He moaned, the vibrations shooting through you, your hand pumping the part of him that wasn't in your mouth, tongue swirling around him as you rocked backwards. His teeth grazed your clit and you fell apart, whining loudly as you came, your legs quaking. You continued your ministrations on his cock, twisting your wrist as you slurped, shielding your teeth and humming in pleasure. Your free hand fondled his balls, and you felt them tightening as he kitten licked your folds, cleaning up the juices that were spilling over, dribbling down your legs. He growled, his hot cum shooting into your mouth and coating your tongue as you swallowed all he had to give you.
When he was through you lifted your leg, falling to the side, gasping for air, the salty aftertaste in your mouth making you shudder. Your desire for him did not subside, and you grinned at him as he turned his body so he was face to face with you on the mattress. His lips met yours in a searing kiss, your release coating his lips and chin.
"So sweet. Such a good girl." He mumbled between kisses, his lips traveling down your jaw, his hands roaming your body, gripping your tits and pulling at your nipples. "Need more of you."
Your pussy was throbbing, soaking wet and wanting as his fingers slid inside you, pumping in and out. Your body arched into him, his touch setting your nerve endings on fire. "Stuart, please."
His cock was hardening already, pressed against your hip as you ground down on his palm. He moved so he hovered above you, his fingers pressing against your spot, thumb rubbing your clit languidly. "How do you want to cum this time? My hand? Or all over my cock?"
You sighed, breasts pressing against his chest. You were unable to answer, so lost in him, in awe that he could make you feel this way. You climbed higher, your arms around his neck, nails digging into his back, his mouth sucking purple marks into your clavicle. You tugged on his hair, your body quivering beneath him as you came once more, moaning his name again.
You barely had time to register that he'd moved, your brain foggy from your release, when he gripped your thighs, holding them apart, his dick sliding through your folds. He teased you, your body jumping when his cock brushed your over sensitive clit, before sliding inside you. Your muscles were still undulating from your orgasm, your grip moving from his body, hands fisting in the blanket beneath you as he began thrusting.
"Fuck, you're so wet and warm. You feel so good around my cock. You're so perfect and beautiful, baby. Want to stay buried inside you forever." He'd hunched down, his lips tickling the shell of your ear, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you towards him, his own hips slamming into you. Your legs were pressed up against your body, sandwiched in between the two of you, your ankles practically on his shoulders as he pounded into you, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck. He took your nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, tongue laving at the hardened peak.
"Harder..." You choked out, clenching around him as your threw your head back, your bodies slick with sweat. He straightened up, his fingers wrapping around your calves, his eyes watching as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing around the room. You moved your hand down to your clit, rubbing furiously as he fucked you, moaning loudly. "Stuart, fuck, I'm gonna cum again."
"Cum for me, baby girl. Fuck, I love you."
His words pushed you over the edge, your back arching off the mattress, vision blurring as you came again. He pulled out of you swiftly, his hand stroking his cock as he groaned, covering your stomach and chest with his cum. You sighed, catching your breath, your fingers swiping at his release, and he groaned as he watched you suck your fingers into your mouth, eyes locked with his. He collapsed beside you, his hand rubbing across his face, breathing labored. You rolled to the side, kissing his jaw and neck, humming contentedly.
"You're going to be the death of me." He muttered, and you giggled, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder.
"I love you."
"Love you too." He rolled off the bed, picking up his shirt and using it to wipe his release from your body. "I may have told Lyle I wouldn't be in until Monday."
You grinned up at him, watching as he picked up his glasses and slid them on his face. "That's okay. I've got plenty of work for you to do here at home."
"Oh? And what kind of work is that?"
You sat up, your arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. He leaned down, lips meeting yours. You grasped his cock, smiling when he groaned. "Let me show you."