Author: sleepythyme07

Like a good girl, I gave my man an expert handjob just the way he likes it and gave him a warm little mouth to cum in, before he smacked me on the ass and sent me off to work. I was five minutes late. Worth it!

I woke up feeling it. The slow burn in my core, almost unnoticeable at first, but lingering. Building. The heightened sensitivity of my skin; the brush of my own fingers against my neck gave me pause. It felt unusually good. It led me to imagine other sensations on that same spot… lips pressing, tongue exploring, fingers… tightening. I was home alone, so naturally my imagination started to wander even further. I imagined the lips making a soft, wet trail up the side of my neck to my ear, lingering on the lobe, letting me feel warm breath and ending with a gentle nibble. I imagined the hand caressing my throat tracing downwards, over the shoulder and collarbone, down the soft, sensitive skin to the fullness of my breast. Tracing a thumb gently along the underside, softly cupping, using that thumb to ever-so-gently brush my already erect nipple. The lips, having moved from my ear up to my jaw, briefly brushing my own parted lips before descending again, kissing down my chest, enveloping my aching little peak with warm, soft lips and a gentle tug of teeth…
 
I find my hand has wandered between my legs. I have so much to do today, and I really need to get up; I reason with myself for a moment before the brush of my fingers against my mound pleads with me for just a few more minutes of these feelings. I sternly tell myself that only five minutes is allowed, and absolutely no cumming. With that, I surrender to the feelings again… they are stronger, more insistent, thinking of hands running down my sides to grip my hips and ass, spread my legs wantonly. The same mouth, wandering down from teasing my sensitive nipples, trailing kisses down my belly to the ticklish hollows of my hips, using a soft tongue to teasingly trace between. The hands slide to my thighs, holding them up and back, presenting my pussy to their owner. It cries for attention, but the mouth continues its teasing, gently kissing and biting the sensitive inner thighs, circling closer and closer to its inevitable destination as I feel myself begin to drip with need. Lips and tongue kissing and sucking around and then on my pussy lips, before sliding a flat tongue slowly, deliberately, up from my entrance, gathering my wetness and spreading it over and around my needy little clit…
 
I snap back to focus as I feel my own fingers brushing my wetness over my stiff little bud, satisfying the achy, pulsing feeling. I’m so hot and slick, and I can’t help but drag more wetness up from my entrance and circle again, tracing the pattern that is instinctual by now. For a moment I marvel how my fingers can anticipate everything that will feel so good, knowing precisely how to rub and flick, circle and drag, exploiting every especially sensitive spot on that aching little bundle of nerves… and, as the pleasure builds, I begin to think of what would satisfy my ultimate craving in this moment. I think of a cock, thick and hard, its veiny shaft topped by a bulbous head, shiny and slick with precum. I think of it parting my lips, thrusting, filling me up. I think of feeling myself clench around it, sliding up and down its rigid length. Riding it, circling my hips and grinding downwards to slide my little nub over the thumb my imaginary lover has so thoughtfully placed just there, right where I need it most. His other hand gripping my hips or my ass, keeping me there, right where he wants me. But even after all this, the thought that sends me over the edge is of the mouth reaching up and sucking, teasingly, on a sensitive nipple. The warm breath, suction, gently brushing tongue… I feel the pleasure I’ve been building in my clit suddenly burst, sending a wash of delight over me, my mouth unconsciously hanging open in ecstasy. As my pleasure-stiff body begins to relax and melt into my mattress, I glance at the clock. Only five minutes late. I smile to myself. Guess I only broke one rule today.