The Guest on the Sofa - The Touch
My hand was already on her leg when I told him to feel her too. Quiet touches. Slow breaths. Then a kiss that pushed her back toward him — and the first move neither of us could take back.
The Touch
I let my hand wander, sliding down over her thigh — warm, smooth, still pulsing with post-workout energy.
“God… I love touching your legs,” I murmured. Then, turning to Patrik:
“Patrik… you’ve got to feel her legs. They’re amazing. Touch her.”
He looked at me — a brief check — and understood. He reached out slowly, placing his hand on her leg. Quiet. Intentional.
Her hips pressed a little firmer into me. Her breathing slowed. Her legs completely relaxed under both our hands. She was loving it — I could feel it in the way her body responded, even if her face stayed calm.
Patrik’s hand moved slightly — fingertips grazing, exploring her skin. His focus was clear. Then, after a few moments, he let go. Slowly. Respectfully.
But the air didn’t shift. It stayed warm. Heavy. My hand stayed on her leg, the energy between us thickening.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I turned to her and kissed her — deep, wet, open, messy in the way we both love. Her lips melted into mine. Heat in her breath. The pull of her mouth. Her body pressing into me like it had been aching for that kiss all along.
My hand slid up over her stomach, under the edge of her sports bra, cupping her breast — warm, full, perfect in my hand. She moaned softly into my mouth, her hand gripping my thigh. Her legs tensed.
I shifted forward, pressing her sideways toward him. Her back leaned into him now. My hand moved between her legs, pressing through those black shorts, hard enough to feel her soft skin. She gasped into my mouth.
“Put your hand on his thigh… and feel what you’re doing to him,” I whispered.
She hesitated for a breath.
“Do you want me to?”
“Oh yes, I want you to feel him so badly.”
Her left hand moved — down, across — settling on Patrik’s thigh. Then higher. Right onto the bulge in his shorts. She rubbed him slowly, eyes still on me.