I lie in his bed waiting for him to finish his cigarette in the bathroom. He won’t smoke around me, he says it’s a habit I don’t need to pick up. Minutes feel like hours as I listen to the soft drizzle of rain outside. I reach over and open the window slightly, the cool autumn breeze brushes across my body; I wish it was his hands. My hands start to drift down across my exposed chest, down to my soft pink boyshorts, I start to pull them down but pause as the bathroom door opens and he walks into the room. “It’s about time,” I say jokingly. He smiles as he approaches my side of the bed. I sit up on the edge of the mattress and throw my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist as I pull him into a kiss. His lips still bear the distinct taste of the American Spirits he tries so hard to keep me away from. I pull him in closer as my hands wander down his back. I tug at the waistband of his gym shorts as he breaks away from our kiss and asks “Are you going to let me up here or do I have to stand all night?” “Fine,” I sigh as I scoot over towards the center of the bed. He lies down and starts talking about his long day at work, but I don’t listen. All I can focus on is the way his lips move, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat while he speaks, letting my hands wander across his body. I work my way down to his thighs, massaging the knots in his muscles from today’s 12 hour shift. I sit up and straddle his legs, still rubbing the outside of his thighs, and begin slowly pulling down the waistband of his gym shorts and boxers, pretending I don’t notice the erection that grows each time I brush my arm against it. “Ma’am.” “What?” He shoots me a sleepy half smile as he reaches down and pulls his clothes the rest of the way off. I make eye contact as I slowly lower my lips towards his dick, but smile and turn my head right before I reach the tip. Instead, I begin kissing up his thighs – soft gentle kisses, up one leg and down the other. He squirms slightly. I start kissing slowly up his shaft working my way to the top and planting one small kiss directly on the tip before taking him in my mouth. He lets out a light gasp as I deepthroat him, bobbing my head up and down in a slow steady rhythm. I stop and climb on top of him, letting his dick rub across my pussy as a reminder of the underwear he has yet to take off of my body. He pulls me up and into a kiss, grabbing at my hips. I pull back and start kissing my way down his neck, down his chest and stomach, dragging his dick between my breasts and back up towards my mouth. I wrap my hand around his shaft and start absentmindedly playing with it, licking and kissing every inch while he throbs. He finally reaches down and gently grabs the back of my head, pushing me down, taking him deeper. His hands work their way down to my chest as I continue to suck. He grabs my nipple and begins to roll it between his fingers and I let out a soft moan. “Babygirl, you’re going to make me cum.” “Sorry Daddy,” I reply, spit dripping from my mouth down to the tip of his dick. He grabs my hips, guiding me up on top of him, and gently kisses my forehead. His hands wander down my back as I kiss his neck and grind against him. He grabs my ass and rolls me off of him, finally pulling off my underwear that are now soaked through. He spreads my legs and rubs my thighs as I look up at him, my pussy craving his touch. He grabs his dick and slowly rubs the tip across the outside of my pussy, across my clit. He smiles as my body tenses, and continues to rub my clit in slow circles with his dick. I grab his thighs and right as I’m about to cum he stops. “Not yet princess,” I try to relax my body as he gently grabs my wrists, placing my hands above my head and lowering his face to mine “not until Daddy says.” I nod. He kisses my lips gently and then slowly kisses down my neck, one hand still holding both of my wrists while the other runs lightly across my breasts. I close my eyes as he kisses across my chest, working his way down my sternum to my stomach. He releases my wrists and I begin to play with his hair, pushing his head further down. He lingers right above my pussy, I can feel the warmth of his breath and it makes me squirm. He slowly leans in and gives my clit the smallest kiss. “Please daddy,” I whisper. He nods and drags his tongue across my clit in slow strokes before beginning to lightly suck it. It doesn’t take long for me to cum, thanks to his teasing. He licks up my juices before laying down and pulling me back on top of him. I slowly lower myself onto his dick, while he strokes the side of my face, then brushes the hair out of my face. He grabs my hips and guides me into a slow rhythm. I push my hips into his, forcing him deeper while my body begins to shake. I cum quickly, and lay my head on his chest while he continues to move my hips in the slow, steady rhythm he established. I can feel his body begin to tense, and can tell he’s close. He tightens his grip on my hips and pushes me downwards; I push back into him. I can feel the hot rush of his cum dripping out of my pussy as his body starts to relax. He pulls me in and kisses me, before rolling me off of him. He stands up, leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Good girl,” he whispers before heading back to the bathroom for another cigarette.