My phone buzzes on my vanity. A text telling me you’re leaving work and that you’re glad the stressful day is coming to an end. My mind immediately wonders how I can help you relax and soothe your tired self when you get home. Dinner is almost done, there is beer in the fridge, but I know this has been a rough week for you and I long to ease the tension in your body.
I look at myself in my vanity mirror and run a glance over my pink lips. I pull back my blonde curls into a high pony tail, picturing your face in my mind; my mental gaze pouring over your body. I picture touching you, translating my need to please you through my feather touch across your skin. I feel my lower abdomen tingle.
After 15 agonizing minutes, I hear your key in the door. You’ve given me enough time to pull off my dress, leaving only my black heels and a matching lingerie set. I sit on the edge of the bed, my heels on the floor propping my spread legs up a little higher the usual; my breasts almost spilling from my lace bra. I relax back on my palms as you walk into the bedroom, your gaze momentarily giving away your surprise. I smile slightly at you.
“I heard work was a little stressful.”
“Yeah?” You say, tentatively, intrigued by what I might have in store for you.
“Mhm. I think you need a little help to forget about it, baby,” I say, standing to meet you. You take in what little clothing is left on my body as I reach up to put my hands delicately on the sides of your face. I kiss you softly and my hands slide down your chest to the hem of your shirt so that I can lift it off you. I run my hands back down your chest as my mouth moves to the side of yours, then to your jaw, your neck and then briefly your earlobe. I flick my tongue gently against your skin and I hear you exhale. I smile to myself, eager to make you moan soon.
My hands travel to your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it through your belt loops. Your excitement is clear as I lower myself to your waist level. My fingertips hook into your boxer briefs and pull them down as I raise myself back up. Your eyes follow me and I look into them as I grip your hard cock. Your brow furrows and I relish the look of pleasure radiating from your face.
“Lay down,” I whisper, looking at your lips and beckoning you to let me take care of your needs.
Once you relax, your tired back stretched out against the blankets, I stand between your legs at the end of the bed and run my palms firmly up each of your legs, ending at the top of your thighs as I crawl between your knees. I lower my head down, keeping my ass in the air so you can see my lacey black thong against my skin. I gently kiss your waist, letting you savor the moments before I let loose on you. I trail my mouth down closer to your cock, feeling your increasingly restless energy.
Suddenly, I use my tongue to lick from the base of your clock all the way to the tip, before plunging you entirely into my wet mouth, breaking the tension of my throat and letting you slide into its tightness before I release you by pulling back with a string of spit sliding from my lips. You gasp and swear audibly and I plunge you back into my throat, letting your length make me gag so I can make my mouth water for your cock. As I pull up this time, I wrap both of my small hands at the base of you and slowly glide my glistening palms up your shaft as my lips part over your head, letting spit fall over you as I look up at you, watching as your lips slightly part and your eyes meet mine.
I feel myself panties dampen at the mere look of approval.
I continue gliding my palms up and down your length as my tongue spins around your head. I leave one hand stroking you as my mouth travels south, lapping at you until I reach your balls, running my tongue back and forth, side to side until I take one in my mouth as my hand continues to work you. I lightly suck on you, swirling my tongue softly against you, before I transfer to the other side.
I bring both my hands back up to your shaft, stroking you concurrently with both while my mouth works your balls, my mind losing itself in the sounds of your soft moaning and the wet sucking of my mouth against your body.
I lean back up and plunge your entire length back inside me, missing the feeling of your thickness in me. The heat of my mouth is even more welcoming after the wetness on you has chilled in the air and your head falls back.
Your hips raise off the bed and your hand finds its way to my ponytail, pushing my face down into you as your body pushes up, my chest slightly heaving as my throat instinctively panics. Despite it, I hold onto your hips, allowing you to feel every centimeter of slick tightness.
I release you but almost immediately I feel you thrust into my mouth again. I push my tongue against the underside of your cock, making my mouth tight around you as you slide into it. I let you destroy my throat with your thrusts, eager to give into your desire to use me. My eyes are glossy now as you pull out. I feel my chest welcome a breath as you release my hair from your grasp and allow me to inhale.
We’re not done. I want to give you more.
I don’t bother to wipe my mouth as I smile up at you, crawling back from between your legs. I lay down on your side but at the opposite end of the bed, leaning back on my elbows. I beckon you with my pointer finger to stand up and come to me.
As you near me, I let my head loll off the side of the bed, reach my hand out upside down and pull your spit-covered cock to my lips. I run the head across my lips and feel it against my cheek and then my tongue.
You reach out and slide your hands underneath the fabric of my bra, not able to grasp the fullness of my breasts entirely but able to pinch my bard nipples between your fingers.
I moan as you do this and slip yourself back into my mouth. As I imagine the look of your cock pushing against the inside of my outstretched neck, I prop my high heels on the bed and find my soaking wet pussy with my fingers. My clit is sensitive and becoming more and more receptive to my soft rubbing the longer you thrust into my mouth. I desperately want to come while you’re still fucking my face. Without warning and as I think about struggling to moan as my lips are wrapped around your cock, my mind sends me over the edge and my cries of ecstasy are muffled as my back arches off the bed and my hand wildly circles my sensitive clit.
My eruption is enough for you to draw close to exploding yourself. You pull back suddenly, stroking your dick quickly and I know you’re about to come. I dutifully open my mouth, inviting you to shoot your load onto my waiting face and tongue. I long to taste you and feel your warm cum splatter against my skin. A few seconds longer and my wishes are granted as you let out a moan and your cum washes over me like a hot, wet reward. You lean forward slightly, soft panting escaping your lips as you give yourself the last few strokes.
I feel your fingers brush stray liquid away from my eyes and I look up at your weary but smiling face.
“Lay down next to me,” I ask.
And you do, a wave of content exhaustion ebbing through you. As you lay down, bending your arm behind your head;m, I can’t help but lean over and lick the lash remaining drops of cum from you. You flinch slightly but I can tell my eagerness to get one last taste in supersedes your sensitivity. Your eyes are closed now. I trace my finger down your cheek, letting you know I’ll wake you up for dinner, as you drift off.
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