Usually, my boyfriend Alfie and I have a great relationship. It’s full of excitement and new experiences. We love each other lots and don’t fight often, so when we do it’s… passionate.
From the moment I woke up in bed alone, I knew something was wrong. Alfie almost always stays in bed with me throughout the morning unless he has work or something urgent that needs doing. It’s become a sweet trend in our relationship and over quarantine there’s hardly ever been a reason not to have a lie-in. It might sound silly but waking up that morning without Alfie was disappointing, I longed for his arms around me and missed the oh so familiar smell of his aftershave, the warmth of his body pressed against mine and his breath tickling the back of my neck. I felt strangely horny and annoyed that he wasn’t there in bed with me to mess around but I figured he had a work thing and lay dozily in bed, still frustrated that I didn’t have anyone to play with. I tried to picture Alfie’s hands on me, remembering the way he cups my ass so tightly it hurts a little and the way his mouth trails kisses down my chest to my pelvis. I bathed in the golden rays pouring through the window of our bedroom for a moment, still fantasizing about Alfie’s wet mouth eating my cunt beneath the covers before finally forcing myself out of bed.
I found Alfie in the kitchen speaking angrily with someone on the phone, his voice raised, and thought it was best not to interrupt. The contrast between this version of my boyfriend and the one I had invented moments before took me by surprise, I fixed myself a drink discreetly and scurried out before he noticed me, I didn’t want to distract him from his work. I slinked away to the garden and absorbed the heat gratefully. I must’ve laid outside in the sun for an hour or so before Alfie came outside.
“Everything okay?” I asked him, already knowing it wasn’t.
“It’s just a work thing babe, leave it.” He snapped in response.
I knew that he was stressed but his tone left me upset and confused, I began to regret asking straight away. He caught my eye for a second and I gazed deeply into his brown eyes, searching for remorse. I didn’t find any. He looked away sheepishly and we didn’t say anything else to each other. He left me to sunbathe and worried thoughts swarmed my mind. Why was he being such a dick? Why was he so upset? I made myself promise to remain patient and tried to push away negative thoughts, letting the sun soak up my anxieties.
When I went back inside, Alfie was pacing back and forth, obviously still troubled by work. I gave him a small smile accompanied by a slight nod which he did not return and I moved to embrace him. For just a second, I felt some of the tension he had built up release as his body relaxed into my hug before he shrugged me off and continued to walk up and down the hall. By this point I was sort of angry with my boyfriend, why was he treating me so badly when I’d done everything to try and be understanding.
The day continued with a tense atmosphere and I avoided any contact with him, scared we would argue more. Alfie eventually broke the silent, petty feud we had kept up all day.
“Work’s just been really stressful today, I’m sorry for snapping earlier.” His apology seemed sincere and I faced him for a moment, trying to read his expression. I couldn’t work out how he was feeling so I settled on accepting his apology.
I simply nodded in response, still slightly hurt from his tone with me before. Alfie seemed to understand immediately and held me in his arms for a minute, just letting me breathe deeply into the familiar safety of his chest. He held me close to him, gripping my shoulders as I took in his scent. It was a mixture of aftershave, sweat and whiskey, he had clearly had a rough day. He tilted my head back to face him and I was met with a look of such lust and desire.
“Let me make it up to you.” He whispered gently, kissing my forehead with his lips lightly.
I didn’t think our fight had been very serious but the look on his face intrigued me and I found myself curious of how exactly he could repay me. Alfie grasped my hand and led the way upstairs and into our bedroom. We have a lovely bedroom, it’s my favorite place in the house and I’m so glad we invested in such a comfortable bed. There’s a cream rug in front of the bed and it tickles my feet playfully every morning and night when I pass it. The curtains were draped closed, in a different way than I’d left them this morning. I tried to find the light switch so I could see better but just then Alfie turned around to face me, pulling me into him, a firm hand on the curve of my waist. He kissed me passionately, rarely taking a break from my soft lips. With his free hand he ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my face closer to his, I’d never had him kiss me this desperately and I could feel my panties starting to dampen. Suddenly Alfie broke away from the kiss entirely and stepped back into the dark room, out of my reach. I heard him pull back the curtains and sunlight drowned the room. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust before looking around. The bed was covered in rose petals, dark and bright reds mixed in a flowery spread on the blanket. On the bedside tables were a dozen unlit candles, varying in volume and cluttered together in beautiful patches. I felt my eyes water slightly at this kind gesture, the realization that Alfie had put all of this together just so I would know he was sorry hitting me deeply. He walked over to light the candles and I was instantly met with the smell of cinnamon and oranges. I looked over lovingly at my boyfriend, feeling so blessed to have his kindness in my life, his temper completely gone from my mind.
“Alfie this is beautiful, thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say, I was so grateful for this romantic scene unfolding right before my eyes.
He lay down on the bed and smiled at me. I felt it echo through me in waves, Alfie has such a gorgeous smile and it makes me weak every time he shows it off. He cocked his head to look at me, that smile still painted on his face like an artists masterpiece. I bit my lip playfully and walked over towards the bed he lay on. I stepped on and straddled his lap tenderly, trying not to press too hard into his crotch. He beamed at me before adjusting himself to sit upright against the bed frame, my slight figure still balanced delicately on his trousers.
“You’re really beautiful you know.” He looked at me with such a fondness as he spoke the words.
I blushed and giggled a little at his sweetness. He guided the palms of my hands from either side of him onto his shirt. I left them to rest there for short while, feeling the muscles of his chest tense and release slightly beneath my finger tips. Then, I moved my nimble fingers to the buttons of his shirt, taking my time to undo each one in turn. He watched my hands work over his shirt effortlessly in a pattern I’d learned to perfection. I could feel him studying my face as I focused on undressing his chest. I got to the final button and he slipped out of his open shirt, throwing it the floor. Alfie’s chest looked good. Better than usual. Maybe it was the candlelight or maybe he’d just been working out harder recently, either way I couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous chest. Alfie stared into my eyes for a prolonged minute and gripped the back of my head to kiss my lips again and taste the inside of my mouth, his tongue battling mine for dominance. I started to grind my body against his instinctively, letting out small sighs as my clit pressed into his cock through our clothes. We stayed like that, rocking gently together and kissing harder than usual. I could feel his erection through his trousers, poking against his boxers. I shuffled backwards, breaking our kiss, to pull down his trousers and fling them away from this intimate moment. He lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties in a single swift movement. I pressed my wet pussy against his boxers, feeling his rock hard boner twitch against me, clearly desperate to fuck me. For a moment I thought he would, but Alfie seemed determined to lengthen the night as much as he could. He caressed my naked thighs and kissed my neck, taking breaks to whisper sweet nothings in my ear as I continued to grind my dripping wet cunt all over his pants.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I love you so much.”
“God you’re beautiful.”
I moaned at every sentence, losing myself in the moment and bucking wildly against his hips to stimulate my clit, now smooth with my own pussy’s wetness. I felt my vagina throb as I approached orgasm, grinding faster and faster on Alfie’s bulge. He didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t focused on him and continued to kiss my neck, moving his mouth lower and lower. He kissed and nibbled gently on my collar bone, appreciating every line of my body and telling me how beautiful I was. I felt a familiar pressure building in my core and moaned loud to let him know I was close.
“Don’t come yet.” He said softly, smiling at my confused expression. “Let me finish you off.”
I nodded quickly, not wanting to lose this huge build-up. He gently lifted me off of his crotch and I could see the wet stain on his boxers, a mix of his own pre-cum and my wetness. He set me down beside him and laid my head backwards onto a pillow.
“Spread your legs baby.” I did as he said and lay in a receiving missionary position watching his body get on top of mine and then disappear as he lifted the covers.
I suddenly remembered my thoughts from earlier about Alfie’s tongue. His oral game is amazing and I fantasize about him licking my pussy daily. I felt my pussy drip in anticipation for his tongue, already thinking about the sensation. Alfie took his time. He went unbearably slow, licking each of my thighs in turn and running his tongue just up to my pussy and then back. I whimpered in frustration, hoping desperately that he would just eat my soaked cunt and give me what I wanted most. He laughed gently at my whimper and I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. I was thinking about begging for it when Alfie began to lick my clit. He was still going slow and using just the tip of his tongue to pleasure me in my most sensitive spot. I moaned in pure ecstasy at the sensation, telling him how good it felt when I could. My legs shook slightly with every touch he placed on my sensitive body and I couldn’t take being teased anymore.
“Please Alfie, I can’t stand this.” I begged helplessly.
He lifted his head and came back up to face me, his body pressing dominantly on mine, eyes staring into mine with such intensity. I bit my lip shyly and he smirked.
“You really want it?” He teased.
“Yes.” I replied quietly.
He moved back down to my pussy and gave a few more short licks before placing his hands either side of my hips for balance and diving his tongue into my pussy. He ate out my cunt for a few minutes, I could only picture how wet his face was. I moaned at every movement, enjoying being the center of attention. He gathered the wetness from my tight hole and brought it up onto my clit, causing me to shiver and grip his hair tightly. He went to town on my pussy, licking every part of me and putting me in so much pleasure. I could feel myself getting close again and I begged him not to stop. As he circled my clit with his tongue, he slowly forced two fingers into my tight pussy, working me to climax with the come hither motion. As I tensed my whole core he enveloped my clit into his wet mouth sending me over the edge completely.
“Oh yes Alfie, right there baby, oh fuck don’t stop.” I moaned loud for him as I climaxed for him, screaming his name over and over as I gripped a fistful of his hair, not letting him stop until I was finished.
He stayed under the covers for a good few minutes, riding out my intense orgasm with licks and kisses. When he came back up his face was completely soaked as expected. I drew him in for a sloppy kiss, tasting my own pussy on his lips and feeling relieved I tasted okay.
I relaxed on the bed whilst Alfie cleaned up in the bathroom. I looked between my legs at the huge damp spot on the sheets, wondering how I could even get that wet. The rose petals were mostly scattered on the floor now but they still looked beautiful. I smiled again at how perfect my boyfriend was.
When Alfie came back from his trip to the bathroom, his cock was still hard and the tent in his boxers was obvious. I wanted badly to blow him and take his full length into my mouth. When I proposed this idea he declined it straight away, telling me that this was my night and he would live. I pouted playfully at him and asked what he wanted to do instead.
“I want to make love to you.”
I don’t think Alfie had ever used that phrase, he always said it was too sappy and old-fashioned. In the moment though, it was perfect, we weren’t going to be fucking tonight, we would make love as he had said. I smiled back at him and let him get on top of me in missionary again. Some people think missionary is boring but I completely disagree, watching your partner at their most vulnerable, sharing that moment so confidently, I love it. He positioned himself between my legs and removed his boxers to reveal his hard cock. He gripped my hand in his and pinned them slightly to the bed as he pushed himself into me. As I felt the entirety of his penis penetrate me I gasped loudly. He felt so good it was unreal. He thrust into me slowly and hard, taking his cock almost all of the way out before forcing it back into me. I felt so special moaning his name softly as he made love to me. He sped up a little towards climax and I let out sighs of pleasure as he pumped away at me. He gripped my hands tight every time the head of his sensitive cock hit the back of my pussy. I could feel myself falling in love with Alfie all over again, seeing this new side to him that I hadn’t noticed before. He kissed my neck and picked up the pace as my pussy contracted around him in orgasm. I moaned his name loud and bit his shoulder hard in an effort not to scream from the pleasure. He didn’t even flinch, just kept thrusting into me harder and harder until I could feel hot spurts of his cum shoot into me. He stayed there for a minute and we just kissed, both feeling a new kind of connection between us.
As far as apologies go, I think he did a pretty good job.
This is my second upload on here and I plan on posting more, DMs are always welcome and you can critique me all you like in the comments, any suggestions for future posts are welcome, Alfie and I have done a lot. Hope you enjoyed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gwolk9/the_best_makeup_sex_weve_ever_had_fm
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