Summary: When James experiences writer’s block, MC (Sarah) comes up with a way to jump start his creativity.
James sat back in his chair at the kitchen table and sighed as he stared defeatedly at her laptop.
“Everything okay?” Sarah called from where she sat on the couch.
“Yeah,” James said, his tone belying his reply. “I’m just having a hard time focusing on the book today.”
“Writer’s block?” Sarah asked as she stood up and walked over to where James was sitting.
“How do you deal with it?” he asked, feeling defeated. He felt Sarah’s hands on his shoulders and closed his eyes for a moment while she ran his thumbs along the tension in his neck. “That feels nice.”
“Usually, when I have writer’s block, that’s a sign I need to take a break,” Sarah said as she kneaded the muscles in his shoulders.
“I can’t take a break,” James protested. “The next few days are going to be so busy, today is the only day I really have to work on this.”
“Are you sure you can’t take a break?” Sarah murmured in his ear as she slid her hands down over the hard muscles in his chest.
“I have a deadline with my publisher,” James said, his protestations sounding weaker as he settled back into his chair. Sarah kissed his neck and let her hands wander lower down over his abs.
“Well, if you’re sure …” Sarah teased as she started to stand up and pretended to walk away. James grinned and caught her arm, turning her back towards him. Sarah bent down and pressed her smile against his, savoring the way James’s lips felt against hers. She straddled his lap and she felt his hands on her hips, lowering her down. James wrapped his arms around Sarah and slid his hands under her shirt, running his fingers over the bare skin of her back. Sarah cupped his face before letting her hands wander lower, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She slid the shirt over his shoulders before pulling off his t-shirt. He similarly discarded hers and Sarah pressed herself to him, the feel of his skin on hers exciting her.
Sarah slid to the floor in front of him, kneeling before his chair. James bit his lip as he watched her unbutton his jeans and tug them down. She took him in her hands, sliding them up and down his length. As she moved her hands, Sarah kissed his thighs, her lips getting closer and closer until finally she traced the tip of her tongue up to the head and kissed the head. James groaned softly as he watched her and pushed her hair back from her face so he could see her clearly. Sarah slowly took him in her mouth, her tongue embracing every inch of him. She flicked her eyes up to meet his and James’s fingers knotted in her hair.
After a while, Sarah heard the shift in James’s breathing change, the one that told her he was getting close. She started to speed up, caressing his balls in the way she knew he loved, when suddenly he stopped her.
“Get up,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Are you sure?” Sarah asked, a teasing smile playing across her lips as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
James pulled her up to a standing position and yanked her pants to the floor. Sarah stepped out of them and straddled his lap again. She started to lower herself down onto James but stopped just as the tip of him could reach her warm, wet entrance. James’s fingers dug into her hips, but he let her take the lead. Finally, Sarah slowly lowered herself down onto him, moaning at the feel of him filling her, stretching her. James mouthed her breasts, one after the other as she started to move up and down, up and down. He clutched her to him and Sarah could feel the start of an orgasm starting to swell within her. James slid his hand between them and found her clit, his thumb circling and pulsing exactly where she wanted it. It was building faster now and their rhythm sped up in tandem. She thrust against him, his mouth on her neck until finally the pleasure broke over her, rocking through her as she bucked against James. He joined her moments later, thrusting hard against her, his fingers digging red lines into her back.
Their bodies still flush against each other, Sarah could feel James’s heart pounding against hers as they struggled to regain their breath.
“See?” she asked, still panting slightly. “I told you it was a good idea to take a break.”
James laughed.
“You know, I am feeling kind of inspired,” he said.
“Oh yeah? Is your writer’s block gone?”
He shook his head.
“Not yet. I think I’m going to need more breaks before I’ll truly be able to give my work the attention it deserves,” he said with a grin as he pulled her in for a kiss.
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