Tongue tied [MF]

He only had one show last night so he got home earlier than usual-always a cause for excitement. He greets the dogs and kisses me. We sit and chat for a bit, smoke a bowl and make jokes through the end of a Brendan Frazier movie; he is not pleased that Tom Cruise is heading up the next Mummy movie. I agree that is some bullshit. I kiss him and head to bed as my day started at 4AM. I take off my bra and don’t even bother getting out of my sweater dress before I snuggle under the covers. I’m watching a stupid video before dozing off when he wanders into the bedroom and lays halfway on the bed. He rests his head on my stomach and peeks up at me over the covers. I run my nails over his scalp and he crawls up to kiss me. I am exhausted but I know I cannot help myself.

He smiles seeing my utter lack of self control and crawls all the way into bed, slipping off his jeans and unbuttons his shirt on his way. I nuzzle into his chest-he’s over a foot taller than me so even horizontal it feels right not to lay eye to eye. I tilt my head up and he kisses me-his hands hold my chin and then slide into my hair. His kisses are teasing and soft and set the rhythm- I just follow along. He lets his hands trace down my body brushing my nipples through my sweater with the back of his hands but always coming back to hold my jaw. I moan when he makes contact with my nipples straining against the soft fabric. I reach down to touch him and gasp aloud. We’ve been kissing for just a few minutes and he is already rock hard. This never fails to surprise and delight me; how hard I make him and how quickly.

I think of telling him how I made myself come the day before over and over saying his name to an empty room thinking about his dick but something holds me back. He helps me slide off his boxer briefs. He kisses me again and I stroke him without fabric blocking the way. I want to tell him how empty I felt the day before coming without him inside me. How much I wished I was milking his dick every time I came. Instead, I push him onto his back and take him inside my mouth and then my throat all in one moment. “Jesus Christ!” He hisses and grabs my ass.

He is uncut and thick- my fingers do not meet when I grasp his shaft and I still can’t fit him all the way in my throat despite my best efforts over these 11 years. He always says he likes how hard I try. I change my angle and push my head down trying to make my nose reach his belly but he’s just too big. I moan in frustration. His hands are in my hair and he holds my head in place as he thrusts his hips up, just how I like. I choke a bit and he eases up but I love those moments; I might not be able to make words tonight but my body has ways of telling him how big and delicious he is.

I pull my head back and focus on the head. I try to make my tongue as soft as possible, gliding over the head of his dick in kissing and teasing motions. I can’t fathom how he can be so hard and so and also be *mine*. I sigh content to tease him and he breathes out, “how the fuck did I get so fucking lucky?” He slaps my ass between each word to emphasize the point. I chuckle and swirl my tongue once more. He has had it with the teasing and flips me over while pulling my dress up over my head, I have to laugh at his efficiency but he’s all business and pulls my panties off sloppily, they are still around my knee when he moves to kneel between my legs.

He holds his cock at the base and I wrap my hand over his and pull him towards me and spread my lips with my other hand. We run the head of his dick between my lips to make sure I am wet enough. He knows how wet sucking his cock makes me but he also knows I need to be very, very wet to take him without wincing. He slides in effortlessly and we both sigh. I can already feel myself close to the edge from his first stroke and I push myself up to meet him as his hips set a rhythm. “Tell me why you worship my cock,” he whispers as he moves to take my nipple in his mouth and keeps thrusting. He looks up expectantly. I want to tell him. I want to say that I still can’t believe he’s mine. I want to tell him I cannot fathom *not* worshipping his dick. I want to tell him how I slid my fingers in my mouth imagining they were his dick while I made myself come the day prior. I want my words to make him understand what he does to me even when he’s not in the room so how could I not worship him when he’s right here, hard and soft and real and somehow all for me?? Instead, I feel myself clamp down hard on his dick and everything goes calm and noisy and I lose all thought.

“Fuck yes,” he’s sighing as he comes back into focus. I try to gather my thoughts and tell him what he’s asked but he pushes my leg onto his shoulder and I lose myself in another wave of orgasms. He links his hands behind my back and thrusts inside of me so deeply that I lose all understanding of where he stops and I start. I feel him twitch and explode inside me and I come once more on his dick as he finishes with a few last strokes. I love that even his spent cock hits the right spots.

He rests his head on my stomach and we both sigh as we catch our breath. “Did you come?” I ask earnestly and he looks up at me confused until he sees my smile. We both burst into laughter. He gets up and slaps my ass and I get ready for bed properly.

He’s sound asleep this morning. I am regretting the things I didn’t say so I’m just going to make coffee and show him this…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5mlwk5/tongue_tied_mf