Walking in, he had no idea what was about to hit him.
I had been teasing myself all day waiting for him to get home, knowing that he was going to be working late that night. So, I woke up and played with my nipples until my entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only way that the fire would be quenched is if I allowed myself to touch my clit. I disregarded what my body wanted in favor of letting myself suffer through it.
There was a certain appeal to not giving in: my clit throbbing between my legs as I pinch and pull on my nipples, moaning and squirming with need, thinking about what he would do if it were his hands on me instead of my own. My body would be alive with pleasure, all synapses firing with no end in sight.
Trying to calm my body’s responses down was the best part. I’d bring myself so close, only to feel the unabashed want surge through my body, begging for release. I was primed and ready to go before breakfast was over. By the afternoon, I was lying on the couch with my legs spread wide open, gently rubbing myself. The touches were too tame to get me anywhere close to coming, but they were enough to give me that same sense of need. The same state of being overwhelmed so entirely – that feeling which causes my lips to fall apart and beg quietly, saying “please” to no one in particular because there’s no one there to answer them. By the time I stopped, my thighs were wet and I was arching into my hands uselessly.
About an hour before he was set to come home, I bathed and got myself prepared for his arrival. In the shower, I leaned against the wall and let the blessedly strong water pressure do the teasing. I almost came, but I was strong enough to pull myself away at the last moment, my plaintive moans echoing off of the tiled shower. I took extra care as I moisturized and got dressed… If you could call it getting dressed. The small underwear set that I put on was bought with him in mind, and I found myself hoping that he liked it as I put everything into place. The pink lace hugged my body, and the tight fabric of the thong between my ass created a friction that my keyed-up body welcomed entirely.
As I applied my makeup, I did it with the end result in mind: black mascara and a dark red lipstick would allow for him to dishevel me appropriately. My abdomen tightened deliciously as I pictured myself later that evening: on my knees, the maps of my tears laid out in mascara and my red, well-used mouth is covered in his cum. I gripped the edge of the counter, closing my eyes against the intense throb that the image conjured. I needed him to walk through the door before I lost everything that I had worked so hard to save for him.
I settled myself into the large, leather armchair that faced the door. I moved my legs so that one dangled over the armrest, my clothed pussy clearly displayed. Then… I waited. I knew that if I started touching myself now, knowing that I was done up for him, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. So, I touched myself over the lace panties: gently running my fingers up and down, my touch feather-light and teasing.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I moved my hand into my panties, taking perverse pleasure in feeling how wet the fabric was against the back of my hand. I began to rub my clit in small circles to the ticking of the clock. It was maddening, and the feeling intensified when I heard the clicking of his dress shoes against the pavement outside of the door. The sound of the key pushing inside of the lock made my back arch, and I knew my eyes were half-lidded as I stared at his figure in the doorframe.
The only indication that he was surprised was his eyebrow cocking upwards and a small smirk on his lips. I moaned to him, my fingers still working in time with the clock on the wall.
He moved slowly. He took off his jacket and neatly hung it up after he slid the lock back into place. He removed his wallet and keys from his pocket, gently placing them on the counter as he ignored my soft whimpers. He walked towards me – slowly, confidently. The soft, smooth fabric of his dress pants brushed against my thigh as he stood next to me, looking down at what I was doing. His hands were in his pockets, and his body language screamed “nonchalant,” but the tent in his pants told a different story.
I stared at it as I moved my fingers faster, staring up at his indifferent demeanor.
“What are you doing?”
“Touching myself, sir,” I whimpered. My voice sounded loud in the almost-silent room. The only other sound was the wet sound of my fingers and my skin against the leather as I moved with them.
“Stop,” he said quietly, his eyes never straying from what my fingers were doing.
The breath I let out was shaky as I stopped moving, pulling my hand out of my panties sheepishly. Out of habit, I moved my fingers to my mouth, sucking on them and tasting myself as he glared down at me.
My body felt too hot, and his intensity made my pussy clench involuntarily.
“Have you come today?” he asked quietly, moving his hand into my hair. He stroked it gently as I shook my head, knowing that he would be pleased with my response.
He nodded, his grip tightening in my hair as he pulled me to stand up. I felt self-conscious as he stared down at me, but I resisted the urge to shift around.
“Dangle your head off of the edge of the seat. I’m going to fuck that pretty little red mouth.”
I jumped into action, moving onto the armchair. I let my head dangle off of the chair, my ass pressed against the back of the seat with my legs on either side of it. I smiled up at him from my position, almost giddy with excitement.
He reached beneath me to unhook my bra, and I moved my hands to cup my breasts. He slapped my hands away as he crouched beside my face, one hand moving to my nipple and the other to my lips. I sucked on his fingertips, moaning around them as he teased me.
“Are you ready to suck this cock?” he asked, moving his wet fingertips to my other breast, pinching it hard.
“Yes,” I gasped, “I need you in my throat.”
He made a small noise of approval, undoing his pants as he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth. I squirmed at the intensity of it all, reaching out to touch his cock as he pulled down his boxers. I stroked him as he positioned himself to enter my mouth, opening it wide for him.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he slid it in. I tried to relax my throat as I moved forward, taking him as deeply as I could.
Pulling back, I sucked on him greedily. My tongue massaging his shaft and head as I moved my mouth over him, moaning as his hands roamed over my body. He tugged at my panties, yanking them over my ass and sweeping them off of my legs. The moment his fingers grazed against my pussy, I let out a garbled scream around him. His response was to place his other hand against my head and shove his cock deeper into my throat.
I sucked harder and moved my tongue faster, wanting to please him enough that he would touch me the way that I needed to be touched. He slid one long finger inside of me, causing me to hump helplessly against his hand.
“You greedy little slut,” he said, letting out a moan as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. “Beg me to touch you with my cock deep in your throat.”
I tried so hard. I let out a mess of syllables, but they were a muffled disaster. However, the desperation must have seeped through because he did it. My entire world narrowly focused in as he moved his fingers to my clit, rubbing it in small circles. My body arched off of the seat as I pushed against his hand.
“That’s it,” he cooed, thrusting into my face as he watched me fall apart. “Come against my fingers like the naughty girl that you are.”
I did. I came with such acute intensity that I’m surprised I didn’t pass out. I sucked harder on his cock in between the loud, breathy moans. He moaned in response, and I knew he was closer than he was letting on.
As my body stopped quivering, he pulled himself out of my mouth, jerking himself off. I moved my lips to his balls, licking them gently as his breathing grew more labored.
“I’m going to cum all over your tits,” he said, his hand moving quickly as he grew closer. “Beg me for it.”
“Please cum for me,” I pleaded, moving my hands to my breasts. I cupped them gently, pushing them together like an offering to him. “I need your cum.”
He came loudly, his hot cum landing messily on my chest and neck. As he finished, he moved his cock back to my lips, pushing it into my mouth to clean it off. I sucked gently, pulling my head back with a small “pop” as it fell away from my mouth.
His hands were under me almost instantly, pushing me upwards to help me into a sitting position. I moved off of the seat, smiling up at him.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against my cheek, warmly whispering, “Hello.”
I giggled, suddenly shy, “Hi.”
“What a way to be welcomed home,” he teased, pushing my hair back from my face.
I felt myself blush, keenly aware of his cum sliding down my neck as we had this sweet moment.
“I thought you might appreciate it.”
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