Being a submissive is something I take very seriously. It is not a phase or a whim – but a deep longing to relinquish control…to trust without hesitation – the knowing of each other, being accepted without question- in ways that we may never be able to reveal to those closest to our hearts. So when you casually mentioned over coffee that you had fantasized about me in nothing but a cardigan – far be it for me to deprive you of such a simple wish.
I retired early. I mindfully slid out of my clothes, a playful smirk crossed my face as I bit my bottom lip. I slipped into my most beloved cardigan – one of many, but as my hands dove into the sleeves, I sensed this familiar enclosure of warmth may soon be replaced with another – or at least I was sending such energy into the universe to make it so.
I melted into the cool sheets of the bed, threw my hair up in a messy bun, adorned my glasses, picked up my book. Moments later, I could hear your footsteps – my heartbeat quickened as you appeared in the doorway. Our eyes locked – your gaze so deep and lustful – mine, craving you in ways that surprise me still.
As you approach the bed, my body is pulled to you magnetically. I kneel in front of you -willingly – reverently- trembling with anticipation. You grasp the collar of my cardigan with both hands and raise me to you -pausing so I can catch my breath, then pulling me in for a long hard kiss. As you abruptly detach your lips from mine, I am thrown face down, thankful for the coolness of the sheets – still on my knees, my smooth naked ass presented to you in all its glory. Your Adonis hands claim every inch of my ass, kneading it to your will – my hands subconsciously claw at the sheets trying to gain some sense of stability, knowing what is about to ensue.
Feeding off of my undeniable build up, you slow the pace…you know me far too well to just give me what I want. I need to be of service before I can feed into the depths of my own pleasure. You weigh your body down on top of mine. You are in control – a mutual intellectual agreement, although the way my body is protesting to meet yours speaks volumes to my sexual awakening.
Time stood still. There was only my body beneath yours. I could feel your breath on my neck, your heart beat pulsing between my legs. I was tingling everywhere, as you nestled up into my ear and whispered, “Mine”.
My entire body melts as you delicately roll me onto my back, my head hanging off the side of the bed. I take to task to at last release your wanting cock from your jeans – your fingers showing no mercy to my sensitive nipples – sending me ever so close to the edge. You graze your cock across my face from one cheek to the other. As my arms reach out to pull you closer- you grab them firmly, shoving my hands under my ass. A swift hard smack is delivered to each breast for not asking permission to touch you, which is met with surprise as well as my Cheshire Cat grin.
You cup my face with both hands, allowing for just the head of your cock to slide in and out of my drenched lips, watching in delight as my body writhes for more. A meek and desperate, “please” escapes my full lips- as I swallow the head of your cock into the warmth of my mouth and depths of my throat. A deep growl releases from your core, as you hit the back of my throat. You hold firm in your pleasure, as a drop of your sweetness is released. My eyes now tearing, you pull out -I gasp for air, drool covering my face. You reach your hand down between my thighs, a smile permeates your mouth as you glide two fingers into the puddle that has become my pussy. Dragging my creamy wetness all the way up my torso you permit me to taste the pleasure we are creating, shoving your fingers into my mouth, so I may lick them clean.
Tasting us both has sent me into another space, as you enter my mouth again, my moans become primal – and your rhythm takes flight. My hips begin to buck as I dig my toes into the bed, you anchor your nails into my breasts – and oh, how you fuck my mouth with intention. Drool covering my face and dripping down my cheeks – sloppy fucking sounds as your shaft penetrates my mouth deeper and deeper – your cock now engorged, filling more than my mouth can comply… I surrender to you, completely, as you tilt your head back, and release your warm cum all over my deliciously used face.
And as we become grounded, you whisper once more in my ear, “nice cardigan”.