“Are you sure?” I ask with a slightly furrowed brow. The only response I get is a small nod paired with eyes that are focused like a lioness.
The small silver bell around your neck is affixed with a black leather strap. You said that if I were to call you “kitten” that you would have to look the part, and I wasn’t going to argue when you let me unwrap it this morning as my first gift from you.
There isn’t a thread on your body save for the band securing your bell in place as you stand in the morning sun. The light wraps across your tender curves like a blanket, hugging them like a warm blanket. I’m only able to admire you for a few moments before you disappear underneath my desk for my proper present.
Your hands work delicately along my waistband to pull down the buffalo check sleep pants until they are loose around my ankles. Fingers delicately play along my thighs, dragging ever so slowly up to my manhood only to tease around it. You are a master in this art, and I am but a mere patron. I struggle to open up Zoom on my desktop knowing full well what is going to come next.
The next forty-five minutes is nothing short of nirvana. I’m in a constant state of varying arousal that leaves me breathless in most moments, while hanging on for dear life in others. Every stroke of your hand, lap of your tender tongue, or soft kiss sends a bolt of electricity from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes. You told me to take the day off, and I argued that I needed to be on the morning call. Of course, you took the day off regardless, I’m not sure I would change anything in this moment.
Daniel asks one more question right as we are about to hang up. I groan for multiple reasons, and, mercifully, the call ends as your tongue is using me like a lollipop. The call drops from my screen without any pomp or circumstance, and within half a second, your mouth is engulfed around me to take what I owe you. I have no chance, as is shown through the loud groan that escapes from my lips while my hips buck into your warm mouth.
“Happy birthday, Sir,” you say softly from under the desk while using your thumb to clear any remnants of our deed from the corner of your mouth.
“I love you,” is the only response rattling around in my brain. It’s said through ragged breaths as you stand from between my legs. Your lips are on mine in the blink of an eye; the lingering taste of my love in our kiss. Without another word, you depart the bedroom with a little wiggle in your step, and refuse to don a single piece of clothing as you leave. I hear the soft padding of your feet down the steps before the smell of sizzling bacon fills our sleepy house.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k68w4g/a_kittens_bell_mf_light_ds