I pull into the garage and see that your car is already there. When we spoke earlier this afternoon, you said you’d had a stressful day and might head home early because you could feel a headache building. I enter the kitchen from the utility room and see you standing in front of the sink, still in your dress clothes, rinsing dishes and loading the dishwasher. You’ve poured me a glass of wine and I see it sitting there on the counter behind you, cool and crisp white wine, beads of condensation formed on the glass. It’s been such a long day and the scene is just…so calming and relaxing to me. I take a drink of the wine, it’s chilled deliciousness slipping down my throat. I feel better already. You hear me come in and turn your head, calling a greeting over your shoulder, but you keep doing what you’re doing.
I set the wine glass down and come around the kitchen island, making a beeline for you and hugging you from behind. As I wrap my arms around your chest, I ask you softly if your headache got worse, but you tell me no. I hug you tightly and you sink back into me, enjoying the feeling of me rubbing my hands over your chest and belly, the little kisses I’m pressing into your back. I tug on your shirt, pulling it out of your slacks so that I can feel your bare skin underneath. You murmur something about having put dinner in the oven, but make no move to end the hug to continue the dinner preparations.
I lean back a bit and turn you around. I kiss you gently, placing my hand on your cheek and stroking your soft beard. You place your hands on my hips and try to pull me towards you to deepen the kiss, but I resist. I look up at you and shake my head and my index finger – no, no, no – and tell you that you just need to lean back and relax and let me “drive” for a change. Your little smile is indulgent, but I see your eyes brighten with pleasure at the prospect of some pampering.
You must have taken off your tie, unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, and rolled up your sleeves when you got home. I start with the next button, releasing them one by one and revealing your tshirt underneath. I run my hands up your chest to your shoulders, sliding the dress shirt off so that it falls into the sink behind you. I run my fingertips along the edge of your khakis before reaching under your tshirt with both hands, shimmying the tight fabric up and up so that your skin is revealed to me. I ask you to raise your arms and pull the shirt up as high as I can and you finally chuckle and tug the shirt over your head, discarding it in a similar fashion to its more formal partner.
My eyes light up and I lean forward gently, placing kisses along your collar bones, over your chest, gently licking and sucking your nipples until they harden and pucker. I nuzzle your chest and run my fingers through the light covering of hair. I let my hands have their way, stroking with the flat of my palms, scratching lightly with my fingernails. You close your eyes and imperceptibly relax. I can see the tension leaving your shoulders as I continue to caress and fondle you, occasionally kissing your skin, occasional licking or biting gently, just roaming across you, tasting and teasing.
I begin running a fingernail along the edge of your pants again. Your skin ripples and goosebumps rise. Something else seems to be rising and I whisper softly that it looks like someone is enjoying my ministrations. You assure me that that is indeed the case and you are enjoying this very much. That’s all the encouragement I need to continue. I reach for your belt buckle, undoing it and unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. I don’t push them down yet, instead just running my hands around your waist to rest on your hips. I bend over and place kisses and licks on your belly, focusing on your happy trail, dipping my tongue into your belly button and making you laugh.
The movement makes your slacks fall to the floor, leaving you just leaning against the sinkfront in your boxer briefs. My eyes widen in delight at your obvious arousal, your erection bulging against the spandex fabric and peeking just a bit out the top of the waistband. I look up at you, my eyes sparkling with glee, and lean down to kiss just the tip that I can see over the edge. A satisfying flex results, which makes me smile. You’re waving at me, I say!
There is a need for closer inspection and I drop to my knees in front of you to facilitate a thorough review. I run my hands up your thighs, around your hips to your ass, squeezing your cheeks, running my fingernails over them. Back around to your thighs, rubbing and massaging them, running my hands up under the bottom edge of your briefs, all the way to your waiting cock, but not touching it. Not yet. I am concentrating on you and delivering as much sensual touch as I can over as much of your body as I have been able to reach and caress and kiss. I want you to feel desired, cherished, adored, and worshipped. I want to make this play out for as long as possible, giving you a much-needed and definitely earned release of stress and overwhelming sense of pleasure.
I tug on the bottom of your briefs, pulling them down slowly over your erection and your beautiful cock springs free of its restraint. I take you in my hand, gripping gently but firmly at the base. You are so hard and feel like velvet over steel in my hand. There is a drop of precum glinting at me just at the tip; I lean forward, stop and look up at you, and gently flick my tongue to capture it. The audible groan from you is pretty damned gratifying. I lean in and take just the head in my mouth, flicking and swirling my tongue over and around it, feeling that little pulse on the underside, then sucking gently. Your indrawn breath and soft “fuck” are all the encouragement I need.
I wet my lips and pull your length into my mouth, warm and wet around you, and begin to move slowly up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue. You feel so good and the taste is indescribable to me…slightly musky, slightly salty, undeniably you. So good. I continue this for a bit and then release you from this warm cave with a gentle “pop.” I begin to lick you from root to tip, varying the flat of my tongue and the tip, licking up and down and around like your cock is my own personal ice cream cone…or better yet, my tootsie pop! Just how many licks does it take to get to the center?? I’m bracing myself with one hand on your thigh and I feel it tense measurably while I’m licking you. The little sounds you’re making, almost involuntarily, verify that you’re enjoying the attention. I know I am; I can feel myself getting wet and I scootch around a bit, enjoying the pressure and friction against my clit.
I turn my attention downward, licking your scrotum, taking your balls in my mouth in turn, sucking gently, rolling them over my tongue. Releasing your cock, I run my fingernail against the soft, velvety skin of your perineum. You groan and I apply my tongue to the same area, using the pointed tip to travel back and forth, massaging your balls with my free hand. You groan and ask me to suck you again, tell me you need to be in my mouth.
Eager to comply with your wishes, I once again take you in my mouth, drawing you all the way in and stopping. I look up at you to see your reaction and then begin to bob my head up and down, slowly at first and then picking up the pace a little. You place your hands on either side of my head, holding me in place and thrusting into my mouth, further increasing the tempo. The room is quiet and the sounds of our lovemaking are intensified – the wetness, the thrusting, your groans and occasional expletives, me moaning at your feet – so fucking hot. You’re gripping me tighter now and the thrusting become frenzied and very deep, hitting the back of my throat with every push.
I feel your impending orgasm before it actually starts, and you cry out and bury yourself in my mouth as cum spurts from your cock. You thrust, once, twice, a third time, deeply, shuddering as your orgasm rips through you. I lean back, ease you out of my mouth as I swallow your cum, and clean your cock, licking you and then my lips as I stare up at you. You look completely sated.
I realize that we’ve barely exchanged a dozen words since I got home…and I’m still completely dressed while you are standing there all gorgeous, propped against the sink with your pants and briefs around your ankles. You look so sexy, your cock still semi-hard. I sit back on my heels and admire the view…until I smell something burning…omg, dinner!
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Incredibly descriptive.. well done !