Annais had such lovely thighs.  Piers believed she was aware.  She had to know the things they did to him.

He rarely saw her legs fully covered when he thought about it.  She was always showing them off, wearing fishnets and plaid miniskirts whenever she could get away with it.  In bed, she wore boy shorts if anything at all.  Even on the coldest of nights, she’d rather pile blankets on top of herself than bother with actual bottoms.  Piers didn’t mind one bit.  

He never talked about it, but he fancied a nice pair of thighs nearly as much as a nice rack. They were something he appreciated on either sex.  He was already bony and sharp on his own, so there was something extremely desirable about soft, thick legs, especially when they were on him.  The gentle weight of Annais’s thighs seated atop him when he guided her onto his lap was godly.  He often found himself getting hard beneath her when in such a position.  He knew she felt every bit of it due to the minimal layers between them, but didn’t know if she ever knew the true reason why.

Maybe he was extra randy.  Well, of course he was.  He felt like his body had come to associate being in Annais’s cottage with getting some. But apparently, she just wanted company tonight, feeling extra lonely due to her cycle.  That was fine with him.  He never needed a reason to spend time with her, and he certainly didn’t think she only existed to have sex with.

But the way those thighs of hers looked tonight…

When he returned from the kitchen, he found himself fixated on them.  She lay face-down on top of her bed, legs crossed at the ankle, wearing a pair of Soffe shorts with the waistband rolled enough times that the fabric was no longer modest.  He found himself approaching the bed again slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. She was resting, paying no mind to how strange he was acting.  She didn’t lift her head as one of his knees sunk into the mattress and he hovered over her body. Piers pressed his lips on her bare skin, causing her to giggle.

“What’re you even doing back there?”

Her question was muffled by the pillow she still didn’t feel like raising her face from.

“What’s it feel like I’m doin’?”

Another kiss on the other leg.

“Getting awfully close to kissing my ass.”

One last kiss was planted on the back of her leg, and his palm brushed up the length of her thigh. Right before he reached her hip, he gave her a squeeze.  Annais sighed.

“Not tonight, Nez,” she said.  It wasn’t his imagination that she sounded forlorn.  “You know I can’t right now.  That’s gross.”

He leaned down until he was on top of her, chest against her back, bringing his lips to her ear.  “Not even if we don’ use your cunt?”

She whipped her head around, assaulting him with curls as she did.

“What?  I know you’re not…”

Piers shook his head. His hands gripped at the succulent flesh of her upper leg as he rolled his hips against her ass.  He didn’t need penetration to have a good time.

“Let me fuck these.  I’ve always wanted to.”

She drew in a sharp breath, swallowed, then laid her head back down on the pillow.

“Fine.  Go ahead,” she said, sounding far more indifferent to the act than he believed she was.  “But grab a towel to put under me.  I’m tired. I don’t feel like changing the sheets.”

Piers kissed the top of her head and slunk away from her, into the bathroom to find something to lay down.  When he came back, a pat on her bum caused her to raise it just enough for him to lay the towel underneath and adjust it.  With that taken care of, he joined her on the bed, straddling her calves as he made quick work of his sweatpants.

“You gonna need anything?” she mumbled into her pillow.  “It’s in the drawer.”

The pre that had already begun to pour from him had him covered.  He lightly stroked his cock as he stood on his knees behind her.  His free hand reached under her, inviting her to adjust herself just a little for him.  She heeded his wordless request, raising her bottom again to give him a better angle.  His hands held her hips, and his cock slid effortlessly between her plush thighs.

“Just hold ‘em together, love,” he instructed, carefully drawing himself out before back in.  She squeezed her thighs together as he was doing this, causing him to hum in appreciation.  “Ah, just like that.  Yeah, bloody perfect.”

Annais huffed in amusement, laying there with her eyes shut as Piers fucked her thighs.  She felt like a sex toy, but she was so exhausted and achy she couldn’t do much more participating than providing her body so he could have fun.  Regardless, Piers seemed to be appreciative of her cooperation.  His hips met her the back of her legs with every even thrust. Annais could hear him softly panting and grunting behind her.  She found it a bit difficult to believe this was actually that pleasurable.

“Are you really enjoying this that much?” she laughed.

“Uh-huh.  You’re doin’ great, love,” he puffed.  “You okay?  Comfortable?”

“Yeah,” she said.  He seemed way into this.  She was curious.  “Have you done this before?”

“Few times.”

“Is it better, worse, or about the same as fucking my tits?”

“Christ, Ann,” he said with a breathy laugh.  “… Truthfully?  Better. More surface area.  Closer to the real thing…”

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t getting anything from this.  Hearing his little noises of arousal and feeling how slick her thighs were becoming from his ministrations had begun to turn her on.  

She glanced over her shoulder to see how he was fairing.  A light blush dusted his pale skin.  His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure.  His mouth was slightly parted, lips trembling with each thrust before he chewed the bottom lip.

“Close?” she asked.

He nodded.

She squeezed her thighs again, hoping to tip him over the edge.  He didn’t cum at that moment, but the moan this brought from him was promising. She rocked her own hips, meeting his thrusts.  He picked up the pace; his strokes became less rhythmic as the grip he had on her tightened. With a sharp final thrust, he coated her inner thighs with cum, shuddering and groaning into her shoulder as her thighs tightened around him one more time.  Through the last spurts of his climax, he rocked against her before resting on her back.

Lazy kisses of appreciation were her reward as he grew flaccid between her legs.  Now that he was spent, she was completely aroused.  She knew she’d have to take a shower after he got off of her, maybe he could join and get her off.