I walk into the kitchen one morning. You are sitting at the island with coffee and a bagel. You’re looking through emails on your phone.
You’re sulking. You have family trip this weekend that we are going on, and you didn’t want to attend. I’ve been patient; I’ve let you have your space, but this has dragged on long enough.
I walk deliberately to the other side of the island.
“You need to lay out whatever you want packed for the trip this weekend,” I tell you calmly.
“I’ll pack,” you tell me irritably. I nod nonchalantly.
I casually open a drawer on the island and pull out a silk hair tie. I carefully pull my hair into a ponytail while you return your attention to your phone. I open another drawer and pull out cloth napkin, and I walk around the island to stand in front of you.
I place one hands your shoulder and the other on the back of your head. I kiss you deeply and slowly. I place one hand on your jaw, dragging out the last few seconds of the kiss.
I take half a step back and tuck the napkin into the neckline of my shirt. The entirety of your focus is on me.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of someone drinking their breakfast, haven’t you, darling,” I ask sweetly. “I am drinking my breakfast, and it is going to get messy.” I finish arranging the clothe napkin over my shirt. My fingers brush tantalizingly over my firm breasts.
You stare at my mouth. My hands run down your chest and belly to unbuckle your belt and push your pants to your knees. The sound of the zipper feels loud in the sudden quietness of our apartment. Your cock is already getting hard. I drop elegantly to my knees before popping back up.
“You need to lay out your clothes. We are going on this trip, and it time to make the best of it,” I tell you slowly and clearly.
“I’ll lay out my clothes,” you relent breathlessly.
“Good,” I answer as slowly kneel in front of you.
I press soft, sensual kisses against your thighs. I press a kiss against your balls before I suck them gently into my mouth. I seductively suck my thumb into my mouth, wetting it. I slowly, firmly drag it up the bottom of your cock, directly on top of the large vein there. The top of my tongue follows directly behind it. You’re completely hard now as I suck on the head of your cock. Your hips shift impatiently. Normally, I would wind you up, drag this out before letting you cum. I love sucking cock, and I normally prefer to take my time, but today isn’t the day for a tease.
I slowly open my mouth and take you completely down my throat. My wet tongue wraps around your cock. One hand cups your balls while the other wraps around the base of your cock. I use hand to twist up and down your cock feeding it into my mouth as I deep throat you. I move quickly, giving you exactly what you want.
Soon, I recognize the signs of your impending orgasm. I take you deep down throat and swallow. The tight, wet walls of my throat constrict around you, and you cum hard. I look you right in the eyes as you are coming down and slowly pull away from your cock. Still looking you directly in the eyes, I swallow.
Then, I elegantly dab the napkin against my mouth and rise to my feet.
With your eyes still following me, I walk back around the island and open one of the bottom cabinet doors. Inside is a small basket with the word “laundry” embroidered on it. I toss the napkin on a pile of several other napkins and decisively close the door. Finally, I turn back to you.
“I hope you have a good day at work, sweetheart,” I tell you sweetly. I set a thermos of coffee and one of your favorite breakfast bars in front of you on the countertop.
“I’ll lay those clothes out as soon as I get home, babe,” you promise sounding much more relaxed than you did earlier this morning.
“I knew you would,” I say lightly as I press a kiss against your lips before you have to hurry out the door.
Sometimes you have to tell people things they don’t want to hear, but — as I always say — the method of delivery makes an enormous difference.
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