The text at 8:10 AM read: I need some head, I wanna put it in your mouth.
I rolled over to it and smiled.
Not good morning, who needs a good morning text? That made my morning good, knowing he woke up and his first thought was of me doing for him what only I could… and I had mastered to please him so flawlessly.
Reading that made me wet immediately and kind of proud of myself. I loved how he could just make a declaration so forward and bold and know that I knew how he meant it- that I would understand the sentiment.
The next text he sent read: I woke up thinking of the pic you sent last night.
We often exchanged racy pictures and videos and although I loved when he gave praise to any of them I especially liked when he appreciated the subtle ones.
Last night’s picture was a simple shot of me lifting my skirt to reveal my legs and ass in black fishnets. It was sexy, but it was more about the whole image: doe eyed and longing- he got it.
I used to send pictures out to a roster when I craved the attention, the ego boost, but lately I’d only sent them to him. I only wanted his reaction, his attention. They were tailored to him, to what he liked, I wondered if he noticed that it was on purpose.
Naturally my response text was a few more images, less alluding to and more straight to it, and how he liked it.
First in panties from behind with my ass resting on the souls of my pretty feet.
The second one from the front, eyes closed, tongue out, bare breasts like the perfect money shot.
And then the last one I was completely nude still mouth wide open but this time gazing right into the camera, past it, to him.
OMG I NEED YOU! he replied.
When he told me he needed me, I felt this uncontrollable urge to instantly fulfill his need.
I text: I’m on my way.
And I was. I showered as quickly as possible, dressed fast, but still threw on something lacey in the rush. I ran out the door and into the truck. We didn’t live more than a 10 minute drive from one another, but the ride felt like it was taking forever. I pressed my thighs together at every red light. I couldn’t get there quick enough.
I parked and ran up a flight of stairs where he waited there before me like an unwrapped gift- completely naked, hard.
I was so happy to be there I trembled from excitement.
I kicked my shoes off and threw my clothes to the side except my panties, he loved me in anything lacey and I loved when he got worked up and tore them off.
I basically leaped into him, on my tiptoes to reach his kiss.
It was always what gave me the encouragement I needed, those deep kisses. They were so exhilarating and fueled me for all the savage nastiness that followed.
We found our way to the bedroom making out wildly. He carried me in making me feel tiny and submissive which I loved.
He sat on the edge of the bed with me on him.
I kissed him again before I tended to what I came for.
I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, “What were you saying this morning?”
I knew very well what he had said, per word, but I wanted to hear him say it.
Although I was making my way kissing down his chest I knew he was smiling.
“I wanna put it in your mouth,” he said.
I was so close to fulfilling that need for him but not too quickly, I love the build up. I loved making him lose his composure and be desperate for it because that is how I always felt.
I lowered myself tracing my tongue along his ab muscles, never minding that my good cooking had softened them. His sex lines along his hips pointing in the direction of his massive erect dick waiting for me.
I joyfully made him squirm kissing and licking everything but what ached for me. I lightly passed my nails along his body and I felt him get goosebumps. He moaned as I finally let my tongue spin in slow circles around the tip of his dick. I started at the base and licked up to the top, placing my lips around it, but just for a moment and then down again. This time lower, licking from his balls all the way up his shaft. I finally let it slide to the back of my throat and his sounds of pleasure made it worth it.
This was what I was here for, to let him put it in my mouth. I sucked and sucked like the answer to life would come to me when he did.
His hands touched the back of my head, but barely, it was one of those days where I did not need direction. I was ready from the minute I rolled over to that text message.
I was insatiable taking all of it and it was so much to take, occasionally gagging, but pushing through. I spit on it and stroked it with my hands admiring the size and perfection.
He really was built like someone made him in a lab just for me.
“You’re going to make me come,” he warned.
I was so unbelievably into it, I was going to have an orgasm myself from the pure excitement of being this kind of woman for him. The kind of woman who jumps at the opportunity to please him, that comes over simply to suck his dick because he needed it, that finds pleasure in pleasing.
And that’s what I did, exactly how he liked it and happily awaiting wherever he wanted to come.
He pushed me back and stood over me. I opened wide, tongue out just like the picture I sent him. He came all over my face and in my mouth. I licked my lips and swallowed what was in my mouth. I moaned because the view I had from my knees was amazing and I considered myself lucky and relished in it.
He grabbed my chin to look me in the eyes and said, “Damn baby.”
Mmm, something about when he called me baby, it only emphasized how I was supposed to be right here.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/126a7t4/early_morning_texts_mf_27_oral