The pot was just boiling as I opened the box of noodles. I was a little behind, but I knew he’d be home any minute now. My eyes flitted to the digital display on the stove and I bit my lower lip as another minute slid past.
I just needed to focus on making dinner. I needed another pan, the can opener, I would add…
The door opened and he walked in. He propped his arm against the wall while he took his shoes off so I could only see the tan and brown of his uniform. I stood in my spot, waiting for him.
He plopped down into a chair and sighed. His blue eyes met mine and I smiled at him while I got out a new spoon. He said, “So I see supper isn’t done.”
I frowned at him, “No. Not yet.”
He sat back in the chair and sighed. “How much longer?”
“Probably ten or fifteen more minutes.” I glanced at him pointedly and continued, “Longer if I get interrupted with silly questions.”
He watched me as I bent down to get out another pan. Aware of his eyes on me, I wiggled my ass for his viewing pleasure. I could feel his steady gaze on me as I set the pan on the counter.
Behind me, he said, “You… are naughty.”
I heard the chair scrape on the floor as he rose and stood behind me. Pinning me against the counter with his tall body, he gently ran his fingers over an ass cheek and up my back. His warm hands were large and sent a mix of sensations over my body. The tender contact soothed my nerves but his large hands always reminded of how male and powerful he was.
I turned around and leaned against the counter to face him. “I’m really glad you’re home. I missed you.”
He braced his arms around me on the counter and dipped his head down to plant his warm lips on my forehead. He lingered there for a moment then said, “I missed you, too.”
I closed my eyes while he rested his head against my forehead and he wrapped his arms around me. He sighed into my hair and pulled away.
“I’m going to change out of my work clothes. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I watched him leave. As he turned the corner of the kitchen, out of sight, I recalled supper. I had been so excited and frantic to make supper for him, but now he was home and I didn’t care about the food anymore. I switched off the kitchen appliances and followed him into the bedroom.
He turned around, surprised, with only his top shirt button undone. I smiled, happy to see him again, and flirted with him, “I think supper can wait until I can properly help you out of these clothes.”
I didn’t start with his shirt right away. First, I gripped his earlobe with my lips then ran gentle kisses up the side of his ear and back down. His arms slid around me and his hands splayed around my back as my head moved down to his neck.
His neck was full and manly. His skin always held the slight scent of his musk. Pressing my mouth into his neck, I took in a deep breath and instinctively pressed against him, the heady scent pulling me closer to him.
I reached up and slowly undid the rest of his buttons, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest as I went. With each button, my lips hovered over his warm skin and slowly worked my way down to the next button.
Once I was on my knees in front of him, I glanced up at him, spreading his shirt open and asking him, “What do you want from me? I’ll do anything you want.”
He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it all out into his hand so he could comb his fingers through it. I waited on the floor in front of him until he asked, “You’ll do anything I want?”
I nodded.
He commanded, “Unzip my pants and let’s start with some head.”
I nodded again and met his blue eyes while I undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I stuck my tongue out, ready to guide his dick into my mouth. He wasn’t quite hard, but I felt him stiffen in my hand as I sucked in his tip. He made a small sigh as I moved my head forward and back again, starting off slow.
He bundled my hair into his hands and suddenly pulled. There was a slight, tense pain at the back of my head that caught me off guard. I stopped my movements and glanced up at him.
He smacked my cheek with the fingers of his left hand and said, “You said anything I want. I want to be in physical control tonight.” He softened his voice and asked, “Will you be okay with that?”
He was so large. He could take physical control over me whenever he felt like it. I thought for a moment about the quick jerk of pain as he pulled my hair, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of letting him play with my body. I trusted him.
“Yes. I’m okay with whatever you want from me.”
He smacked my other cheek and used my hair to pull my mouth back to his cock. The smarting sensation across my skin unsettled my instincts and I wanted to pull away but he forced my head closer to him. This is what he meant by overtaking me. I wanted to give him pleasure and this way, I felt like I was doing just that. The smack across my cheek started to feel less like a punishment and more like part of sex as the idea of him being in control aroused me.
Again, I held my tongue out to guide the bottom of his dick into the slippery wet of my mouth. I felt his hand at the back of my head, guiding me back and forth at his own pace until he twisted my hair in his hands and pulled while he thrust in and out of my mouth. I held my mouth open for him while the pinpricks of tension on my head held me in place and he smacked my cheek again. While the pain in my cheek faded, I focused more on the smooth skin of his hard dick sliding between my lips.
He pulled out and slapped my face with his cock, first one cheek, then over my mouth, and then he slid back through my lips. He pulled out again and stepped back, asking me to take my clothes off.
I pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra, leaving it on the floor. He stared at my bare breasts as I discarded my pants and pulled down my panties. Once I was naked, he pulled me over to the bed.
On my back, he knelt over me and bent over a breast, teasing over a nipple. The sensual attention sent ripples of warmth and desire down my body as his knuckle brushed my inner thigh and his finger settled on me. He knew I was wet for him, but he carefully tested me with one finger. I gripped his shoulder and moaned for more. His tongue flicked over one of my pert nipples as he slid another finger in.
My hips naturally moved in rhythm against his hand as his fingers curled inside me and he passed his thumb in a circle over my clit. I moaned again as his wet fingers teased and slid in and out.
I dug my nails into him and said, “Please, I want you.”
He moved aside on the bed and motioned for me to roll over onto my stomach. I crouched up on my knees and rested my head on the bed so my ass was in the air. He inserted his fingers back inside and ran his other hand over one of my ass cheeks. Grabbing it in his fist, he squeezed the flesh with his fingers, pulling and playing with my bouncy cheek.
He slowly teased his finger in and out while he smacked his hand over my ass. The sting sent a sexual shiver up my spine and I waited, hoping he would do it again.
He rubbed his thumb over my clit and again, in the same spot, smacked at my ass cheek. I bit my lip and crunched my eyes closed, a small moan resonating in my throat. He did it again to the other cheek. He knelt next to me on the mattress and grasped my hair in his hand, pulling my head back a little. The dominating control he had over me kept me aroused while I was helpless to do anything but wait for his next move. He pulled on my hair and gave me a series of solid spankings. I was dripping wet and squirming for him. The sting of the spankings excited me as I craved more and more of him.
He grabbed and lifted my ass cheeks, digging his fingers in until he let go of one cheek and I felt his cock ease into my waiting pussy. All day I had been waiting for this moment, when he would first enter and satisfy the craving I had been holding at bay. He slid all the way in and paused to slap at my ass cheek again. He felt so good inside I could barely move in time with him.
He held my hips while my ass bounced against him and he fucked me from behind, reaching deep down while his cock slid back and forth, stimulating my senses. A storm of excitement built inside me and I heard him groan as if he was close to finishing.
I moaned in ecstasy at his physical pounding of my pussy and he thrust until the buildup of warm pressure inside me peaked and released. My moaning grew louder and my fingers grasped the blanket as he held my hips while he thrust hard and spilled his cum deep inside me.
I could hear our heavy breathing as he pulled out and snuggled next to me on the bed.
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