The kids are with their other parents, and we get our time together. Our solace and sanctuary. I am getting to you after putting my boys to bed. You’ve been at school all day, and then studying. At 7:30 you get a text from me, “I’ve let this go too long my Love. Be ready for me when I get there. Either in bed or in front of the fire. Your mouth needs to be open, you should be on your knees and naked.” Your response is met with silence. You know that I will be there shortly after 8, that I always push it a bit getting to you, and you’re torn between the thrill of knowing that I feel compelled to speed to get to you faster, to have more time with you, and the worry (which comes so easily to you) at the thought of me getting in an accident on Samish. At 8 you decide on the bed. There’s laundry on the couch, and dishes in the sink and you’d rather not have those right there. Out of sight and out of mind. Distractions abound, and you’re brushing your teeth when you hear my truck in the driveway… You haven’t made it to the bath or the shower yet. The bed is almost made. The key is in the door and you’re smiling to yourself and feeling the warm glow that starts in your heart and fades down towards your clit. It’s been a long day… maybe a brief check in, a sound fucking, and then sleep? Either way you still have your pants on when I come into the room. My face is serious, and I am paused just inside the bedroom door before closing it. No cats allowed.
“My Love, why are you not waiting and ready for me?”
You start to answer, but in the time it takes for your first few words to get out I am across the room, and pushing you down to your knees. Fingers in your hair, and drawing your face against my groin. You reach for my belt buckle, and unfasten my pants. I am soft, but that will change. You try to talk and I just put my fingers to my lips, and peel my shirt off. I don’t let you pull my pants off. Roughly I grab your head, and push myself into your open mouth. My scent and taste fills your senses. You feel my tension ease some, and my cock starts to harden on your tongue. I stand, holding still, letting you tend to me with your tongue and tips. You can hear my hum or maybe a bit of a moan of pleasure. A touch of salty sweet now. Abruptly I pull myself away from you, point at the bed with one hand, and finger to my lips with the other. As you crawl into bed I grab your pants, and almost yank them off. My countenance is still serious with some fire to it. My pulling at your pants has left you on your belly mostly in bed, and you wonder if I am going to take you from behind. Either your ass or cunt. You rock your hips a bit to give me better access, and pause but my hand on your back pushes you the rest of the way in bed. I climb in on my side, and lay on my side. I guide your mouth to my cock again, one hand lazily on your head as you start to suckle. As soon as your lips part around the head of my cock you get the salty sweetness of precum.
“Love, now is the time for you to listen. No. Don’t stop. Your place is with my cock in your mouth tonight. I have not given you what you need recently.” You try to pull away to tell me that its you that hasn’t been seeing to my needs. To tell me about your worries of whether you’re enough or how I could know what I want, and that I need someone freer with big breasts. But as you pull away I catch the back of your head with my hand and pull you against me while pushing as far into you as I can. I only hold it for a few seconds. Long enough for you to forget your words, and then I almost let go. My hands encourage you with your attention, gently bobbing your head against me. “No. Don’t stop. You’re listening, remember” You make noises of assent around my cock. I stroke your hair, and you relax for a moment. Your forehead against my belly, my cock only half into your mouth, your lips firmly around me. Your world is small right now. My scent. My taste. My touch. Being free from clothes. Unburdened for the moment. “You have too much going on. School. Steve. Kids. Covid… Miah. Don’t. Stop. When you have too much going on you worry about me. About us. You wonder whether I could maybe lose interest or get distracted by someone else. You worry about chores leading to our relationship becoming a chore, and the road that that leads down. You worry about my lack of other partners, and how quickly we found each other after my separation.” I’ve been gentle so far. Only really pushing myself into your throat when you tried to talk. As I list each worry my tempo picks up a little. My hands are still on your head, but caressing, petting, suggesting, not holding. “But… when you have too much going on you need my steady hand more, and I forgot that between quarters. I am sorry.” As I am saying this my hands become less gentle, and I am holding your head and fucking your mouth. When you reach for my cock to control how deep I do, and to stroke me I push your hands away. “You can hold my ass if you want, but your mouth and throat are mine to use as I want.” I roll you onto your back and grab your wrists fucking your deeply. I look down and our eyes meet. “You are mine, and I will take you. Take care of you.” You are leaking tears from how hard I am fucking you, your wrists hurt from my hands clamped on your wrists, and your cunt is soaked with your own juices. I pause to give you time to breathe, and cough. To relax and struggle between hunger for more, and discomfort. I let go of your wrists with a gentle push on them down into the pillow. An unspoken don’t move. I stroke your tears away. I am sitting on your hips, cock standing straight up and wet from your mouth. You can see the bit of whitish precum at the tip mixed with your saliva. “Stay here. Don’t talk.” Pressing my hand to your chest I get up and walk to the closet. I come back with your toy in my hand, and you start to feel shy. But know you’re safe. You feel safe, and wordlessly part your legs. I am not in a hurry. I am smiling gently as I rub lub on the toy. Stroking it for a moment in a way that makes you want to see me touch myself. I lean over the bed where you are waiting, arms still over your head – you can almost hear my quiet “Good Girl” when my eyes flick to your hands. I slide the toy into you, and set it to the lowest vibration. I draw you over on your side, and join you in bed on my side facing you. My cock in easy reach of your mouth. I draw your hands down giving you permission to touch, and to hold. You wrap one arm around my hip, and the other hand grasps my cock and you surround me with your lips. My flavor and scent return. Coupled with the vibration in your cunt, and my soft almost inaudible words the world falls away for a while. Me alternating with fucking your face, and forcing you, and resting letting you tend to me, and satisfy your own hunger. Your stifled moans are getting louder, and more urgent, and you know what that does to me. You wouldn’t hold back even if you could. The wave of your pleasure is starting to carry you away. Over stimulated, but not stopping, and I am not stopping. I am grunting and have hold of your head and am fucking your mouth hard. Suddenly I let out a moan and the taste of my cum fills your mouth. I hold myself as far inside of you as I can, and then my whole body relaxes and I slump to my side rolling a little onto you. I am panting.
“I will do better my Love. I will be the firm hand, and when you have too many things happening I will tell you how it is, and how we are. Then I will show you.”
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