relax - sandy/kirsten
Title - Relax
Author - viper209n
Fandom - The O.C.
Pairing - Sandy/Kirsten
Status - In Progress
Rating - M
Chapter - 1/2
Summary - Sandy/Kirsten smut.
A/N : So after my trip to Canada, I wanted to treat you all to a little something. This is my first smutfic so be gentle. ;)
Sandy Cohen woke up with his wife pulled tight against him. His surfing habit had him up early, actually an hour before he had to be up this morning. Kirsten wouldn't be up for while so Sandy decided to let her presence lull him back to sleep if it could.
He held her close and shut his eyes. Breathing in the scent of her shampoo, he felt himself relax.
However, it wasn't enough to get him to sleep. Sandy sighed.
A few moments later, he felt fingers trailing slowly up and down his arm, a sensation he always enjoyed.
"Baby, are you awake?"
"Mmhm."
They were quiet and Kirsten continued trailing her fingers down his skin.
"Relax," she told him, sensing how tense he still was.
He grunted in response.
Kirsten smiled as she turned over in bed to face him.
"You're going to be great, Sandy."
He didn't seem convinced.
"Baby," she paused, forcing him to look in her eyes. "You're an amazing lawyer, a good son, a fantastic husband. But the greatest thing you are is a father. Given that, how could you be a bad professor? You love to lecture. You have been a great teacher to our boys and eventually you'll be the same for our daughter."
Sandy was blushing now.
"And now? You're going to shape the minds of the future lawyers of the country."
"No pressure, right?"
"Sandy. You might never step in a court room again but you'll win more cases now than you ever did as a lawyer."
She cupped his face in her hands.
"You're going to be great," she whispered before leaning in and kissing his lips gently.
"Well, what about you? Are you gonna be okay alone with our little one?"
A smile spread across her face as she thought of their daughter.
"I think I'll make it."
Sandy smiled back before looking at the clock behind her. "I guess I'll go ahead and get in the shower." His eyes twinkled. "Any chance you'll join me?"
As if on cue, Sophie Rose could be heard beginning to stir through the baby monitor.
Sandy groaned. "Do you suppose Seth taught her that?"
Kirsten giggled as she got out of bed. "Enjoy your shower. And relax," she called as she walked toward the nursery.
Sandy followed his wife's advice and spent a few minutes in the shower with his eyes closed, letting the hot spray calm his mind and body.
A few minutes later, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to get dressed. As he walked into the bedroom, Kirsten stood from her seat on their bed.
"Did you get her to go back to sleep?"
Kirsten didn't answer. Instead, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. Sandy was taken by surprise but eagerly kissed his wife back, inviting her tongue into his mouth.
She could still feel Sandy's knuckles at her hip bones. He was still holding his towel which caused Kirsten to roll her eyes.
Her hands moved to his waist and pulled on the towel. It quickly fell to the ground. As their tongues dueled, Sandy's hands found their way up Kirsten's shirt and massaged her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples.
Kirsten took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her husband's hands on her body. She moaned into Sandy's mouth and pushed herself up against him, needing to feel the friction. His arousal pushed against her, eliciting a grunt from her husband.
His fingers moving over her mounds merely reminded Kirsten of why she had started knew nothing would relax him like this would. That shower didn't stand a chance in comparison.
She pulled Sandy's hands out of her shirt before putting her hands on his chest and breaking their kiss. Sandy opened his eyes and looked into his wife's blue orbs, wondering just what she was up to. Her hands slid down his body before wrapping around his semi-hard manhood. She began to massage him with slow and steady strokes, finding pleasure of her own as she watched his face contort with ecstacy.
Finally, Kirsten began to sink to her knees. She smiled at the sight of him in his full glory. All for her. She teased him further. Leaning forward, she kissed the head of his penis, enjoying the taste of his precum. She gave him a few more strokes before moving her hands to the base of his shaft and teasing the underside with the tip of her tongue.
At this, Sandy's knees shook and he steadied himself on the dresser with a loud slam of his fist. The loud noise broke Kirsten's concentration and her eyes darted up. Sandy's chest was moving quickly from the effort of breathing and his eyes were closed with enjoyment. He had no idea how sexy he was to Kirsten, especially when he looked like this.
Suddenly, his eyes met hers. They were dark with desire and they made Kirsten's heart race and warmth flood her core.
Unable to tease him any longer, Kirsten took him completely into her mouth. Sandy moaned as he entered his wife's mouth. A whimper escaped his lips as he felt his tip hit her throat.
Kirsten wasted no time and immediately began to bob her head, focusing on Sandy. His hands were already in her hair and she could tell by the frequent bucks of his hips that his control was wavering.
Sandy forced his eyes to open and he looked down at his wife. He watched his wife's face as she pleasured him. Her eyes were closed as she moved over his cock and she began to moan, clearly enjoying this just as much as he was. Her hands moved over him. They clung to his waist before she raked her fingernails down his thighs and grabbed hold of his knees, holding him against her.
Suddenly, she sucked in deeply, forcing her cheeks to tighten around his shaft. She bobbed her head quickly now, trying desperately to make him come hard.
His hands tightened in her hair and she knew he was ready.
Kirsten quickly cupped his balls in her hands and kneaded them urgently.
She mumbled her approval, giving him permission to let go, and the vibrations from the back of her throat sent waves of pleasure through his cock, pushing Sandy over the edge.
He moaned his wife's name loudly as he released and she swallowed all he had. Kirsten continued to move until he was limp.
As she stood back up, wiping her lips as she went, Sandy tried to regulate his breathing. His eyes flutterd open and immediately, he was kissing Kirsten.
His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her into him.
"Your turn," he rasped against her lips, looking into her eyes hugrily.
"No, Sandy," she sad, puling away from him. "That was just for you."
He didn't try to hide his disappointment, which made Kirsten's heart jump. Not many men would be so insistent on giving.
"I just wanted to get you to relax," she explained.
"It certainly worked." He smiled before kissing her softly. "Best. Wife. Ever."
Kirsten smiled sweetly. "Get dressed, Professor Cohen. Sooner you leave, the sooner you come back." She said, giving his naked body one last longing look. She ran a finger down his chisled chest and his muscular abdomen before leaving to prepare breakfast.
After that performance, they both knew they would be thinking about each other all day.
Author - viper209n
Fandom - The O.C.
Pairing - Sandy/Kirsten
Status - In Progress
Rating - M
Chapter - 1/2
Summary - Sandy/Kirsten smut.
A/N : So after my trip to Canada, I wanted to treat you all to a little something. This is my first smutfic so be gentle. ;)
Sandy Cohen woke up with his wife pulled tight against him. His surfing habit had him up early, actually an hour before he had to be up this morning. Kirsten wouldn't be up for while so Sandy decided to let her presence lull him back to sleep if it could.
He held her close and shut his eyes. Breathing in the scent of her shampoo, he felt himself relax.
However, it wasn't enough to get him to sleep. Sandy sighed.
A few moments later, he felt fingers trailing slowly up and down his arm, a sensation he always enjoyed.
"Baby, are you awake?"
"Mmhm."
They were quiet and Kirsten continued trailing her fingers down his skin.
"Relax," she told him, sensing how tense he still was.
He grunted in response.
Kirsten smiled as she turned over in bed to face him.
"You're going to be great, Sandy."
He didn't seem convinced.
"Baby," she paused, forcing him to look in her eyes. "You're an amazing lawyer, a good son, a fantastic husband. But the greatest thing you are is a father. Given that, how could you be a bad professor? You love to lecture. You have been a great teacher to our boys and eventually you'll be the same for our daughter."
Sandy was blushing now.
"And now? You're going to shape the minds of the future lawyers of the country."
"No pressure, right?"
"Sandy. You might never step in a court room again but you'll win more cases now than you ever did as a lawyer."
She cupped his face in her hands.
"You're going to be great," she whispered before leaning in and kissing his lips gently.
"Well, what about you? Are you gonna be okay alone with our little one?"
A smile spread across her face as she thought of their daughter.
"I think I'll make it."
Sandy smiled back before looking at the clock behind her. "I guess I'll go ahead and get in the shower." His eyes twinkled. "Any chance you'll join me?"
As if on cue, Sophie Rose could be heard beginning to stir through the baby monitor.
Sandy groaned. "Do you suppose Seth taught her that?"
Kirsten giggled as she got out of bed. "Enjoy your shower. And relax," she called as she walked toward the nursery.
Sandy followed his wife's advice and spent a few minutes in the shower with his eyes closed, letting the hot spray calm his mind and body.
A few minutes later, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to get dressed. As he walked into the bedroom, Kirsten stood from her seat on their bed.
"Did you get her to go back to sleep?"
Kirsten didn't answer. Instead, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. Sandy was taken by surprise but eagerly kissed his wife back, inviting her tongue into his mouth.
She could still feel Sandy's knuckles at her hip bones. He was still holding his towel which caused Kirsten to roll her eyes.
Her hands moved to his waist and pulled on the towel. It quickly fell to the ground. As their tongues dueled, Sandy's hands found their way up Kirsten's shirt and massaged her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples.
Kirsten took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her husband's hands on her body. She moaned into Sandy's mouth and pushed herself up against him, needing to feel the friction. His arousal pushed against her, eliciting a grunt from her husband.
His fingers moving over her mounds merely reminded Kirsten of why she had started knew nothing would relax him like this would. That shower didn't stand a chance in comparison.
She pulled Sandy's hands out of her shirt before putting her hands on his chest and breaking their kiss. Sandy opened his eyes and looked into his wife's blue orbs, wondering just what she was up to. Her hands slid down his body before wrapping around his semi-hard manhood. She began to massage him with slow and steady strokes, finding pleasure of her own as she watched his face contort with ecstacy.
Finally, Kirsten began to sink to her knees. She smiled at the sight of him in his full glory. All for her. She teased him further. Leaning forward, she kissed the head of his penis, enjoying the taste of his precum. She gave him a few more strokes before moving her hands to the base of his shaft and teasing the underside with the tip of her tongue.
At this, Sandy's knees shook and he steadied himself on the dresser with a loud slam of his fist. The loud noise broke Kirsten's concentration and her eyes darted up. Sandy's chest was moving quickly from the effort of breathing and his eyes were closed with enjoyment. He had no idea how sexy he was to Kirsten, especially when he looked like this.
Suddenly, his eyes met hers. They were dark with desire and they made Kirsten's heart race and warmth flood her core.
Unable to tease him any longer, Kirsten took him completely into her mouth. Sandy moaned as he entered his wife's mouth. A whimper escaped his lips as he felt his tip hit her throat.
Kirsten wasted no time and immediately began to bob her head, focusing on Sandy. His hands were already in her hair and she could tell by the frequent bucks of his hips that his control was wavering.
Sandy forced his eyes to open and he looked down at his wife. He watched his wife's face as she pleasured him. Her eyes were closed as she moved over his cock and she began to moan, clearly enjoying this just as much as he was. Her hands moved over him. They clung to his waist before she raked her fingernails down his thighs and grabbed hold of his knees, holding him against her.
Suddenly, she sucked in deeply, forcing her cheeks to tighten around his shaft. She bobbed her head quickly now, trying desperately to make him come hard.
His hands tightened in her hair and she knew he was ready.
Kirsten quickly cupped his balls in her hands and kneaded them urgently.
She mumbled her approval, giving him permission to let go, and the vibrations from the back of her throat sent waves of pleasure through his cock, pushing Sandy over the edge.
He moaned his wife's name loudly as he released and she swallowed all he had. Kirsten continued to move until he was limp.
As she stood back up, wiping her lips as she went, Sandy tried to regulate his breathing. His eyes flutterd open and immediately, he was kissing Kirsten.
His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her into him.
"Your turn," he rasped against her lips, looking into her eyes hugrily.
"No, Sandy," she sad, puling away from him. "That was just for you."
He didn't try to hide his disappointment, which made Kirsten's heart jump. Not many men would be so insistent on giving.
"I just wanted to get you to relax," she explained.
"It certainly worked." He smiled before kissing her softly. "Best. Wife. Ever."
Kirsten smiled sweetly. "Get dressed, Professor Cohen. Sooner you leave, the sooner you come back." She said, giving his naked body one last longing look. She ran a finger down his chisled chest and his muscular abdomen before leaving to prepare breakfast.
After that performance, they both knew they would be thinking about each other all day.