A Quic Night and Morning

Sitting on the floor, my head resting lightly on your knee. You're stroking my hair and it's all I can do to not melt. I nuzzle your leg and you laugh, just a little. You keep stroking my hair but open your knees, and I slide between them. I cuddle into your inner thigh, my face grazing your skin. You tug my hair lightly and guide me further up into the center of your body.

I reposition myself, kissing and licking your thighs, running my hands up and down them, loving how your skin feels under mine. I shift forward again, cupping your balls and kissing them. I lick them, kiss them, suck them. My other hand goes up and begins to stroke your cock.

I rub my face on your balls, your thighs, loving how you feel, getting your scent on me. My tongue brushes against you, sliding under your balls and back. You shift your weight just enough to give me access and I run my tongue down. You let me do this, letting me have my way, at least for now. I love the feeling of your body.

You tug my hair again, a little harder, and I pull back. You guide me up and to the base of your cock, watching me. I kiss it and lick it, still stroking it. I lick it from root to tip, kissing and nipping your cock, loving the way it twitches under me. I lick your precum off, loving the salty taste of you, and suck the head into my lips.

God, you taste good. I draw out whatever precum I can find, needing the taste of you on my tongue. I move down, taking your full length into my mouth, feeling it brush against the back of my throat, before sliding back up. I suck your cock, fondling your balls from below. I press downward, gagging slightly at the sensation of you in my throat, but not stopping.

I look up at you, gripping your hip in one hand, wishing I had a way to get more of your body inside of me, needing to feel you. Your hand is still on my head as you watch me suck on you, knowing I will do anything you ask. I pull back just a bit, slowing my breathing.

"Sir?"

"Don't stop, girl."

I open my mouth just in time for you to pull my head forward, pressing it down around your cock. It slides into my throat and you begin to fuck it. I relax my muscles, letting you control my movements. You pick up speed and intensity, sounds escaping my throat and I can't look away from your eyes.

You fuck my mouth, my throat, the stinging sensations increasing. I suck and taste you, knowing that soon I will be rewarded. I gasp and gag, loving it all. You push and pull on my head, your hand still in my hair, and I moan around your cock.

Your body spasms and you take a sharp breath in, watching me. Your cock pulses and your cum floods my mouth. I swallow it, sucking out any remnants. I groan, the taste of you filling my head completely. I love your cum, love your cock, love all of it.

You tug gently again and slide me off. I lick my lips, not willing to waste or lose even a drop of you. You smile down at me, your hand still in my hair, and I press my head against it. You reach down with your free hand and hook me under my arm, using both to lift me up and onto the couch next to you.

I cuddle into you, my body curled up next to yours, my hand running lazy circles of your bare chest. You kiss the top of my head and say the two words I love most in the world.

"Good girl."

*

I'm lying on the bed, naked of course, with my eyes closed. I'm curled up into a ball, my usual sleeping position, my knees to my stomach, arms wrapped around the pillow. The fan is blowing the cool air over my neck. I shiver and feel the mattress shift under me. I roll onto my back, stretching out and my elbow nearly hitting you in the face.

"Oops," I say, smiling, trying not to giggle.

"Yeah, oops," you say, sliding over closer to me.

I straighten my arm and turn to face you. My leg slides between yours and I trace circles on your bare chest. You wrap your arm around my shoulders and pull me closer. I tilt my head just a bit, licking and suckling at your nipple. Your hand goes between my legs and I open them further for you, resting my thigh on the top of yours. Your fingers dance over my mound, tracing over the slit and making me moan.

You slide your leg between mine, your hand sliding between the lips and catching my clit. I moan again, louder this time, kissing and licking your chest, pressing my hips against you. You pinch it, rolling it between your finger and thumb, and I gasp. One of my hands cups the back of your neck and the other grips your bicep, needing to touch you. Your other hand finds its way to my hair and strokes it.

I want to roll you over onto your back, to ride you, but I know you won't let me. Not now, anyway. As if in response to my thoughts, you push me onto my back and straddle my thighs, one hand still on my pussy and the other now gripping and rolling my nipple. I groan and you pinch my clit again, making my back bow and my breath speed up.

"Stay still, girl."

"Yes, Sir."

I grip the sheets, trying to do as you tell me. You pinch my nipple, tugging at it, pulling it up and away from my body. I gasp again and you squeeze my clit harder. You watch my face, our eyes locked, as I try not to pant. You smile down at me and lean forward, your cock inches from my pussy. I want to move my hips to meet you, but I know better than to not follow your directions.

"You want my cock, girl?"

"Yes, Sir."

With a final pinch to my clit and nipple, you move again. You straddle my hips, your ass resting lightly on my lower stomach. "Make me cum."

My pussy is so wet for you, my clit so swollen. I keep my moan inside, feeling more empty than ever. I reach up for your cock and start stroking it. You continue to pinch and roll my nipples, one in each hand, watching my face as I work your cock. I love how it feels in my hand, now the skin moves under my touch.

A drop of precum is shining at the tip. I wipe it off with my other hand and bring it to my mouth. You nod and I lick it off, loving the taste of you. I don't stop stroking you, though. I keep up my pace, feeling you grow under my hand. You twist my nipples and I moan again. I love how it feels when you touch me, your hands on me. My pussy is even more wet and I know the sheet under me is getting damp.

You rock your hips with my strokes and I squeeze your cock as I go. You lean forward just a bit and stop playing with my nipples. You put one hand on my throat and the other over mine on your cock. You stroke with me, your fingers tightening on my neck. I stare up at you, my mouth open to get more air as you squeeze. Your hand tightens over mine and you increase the speed.

You watch me, eyes on mine, as you start to cum. It lands on my tits, the warmth hitting my cool skin and making me gasp again. You keep stroking, covering me with it, marking me as yours. Your hand doesn't loosen on my throat, even when some lands on it and my face. You ride out your climax and I realize I'm about to cum myself from watching you.

"Sir? May I please cum?"

"Cum, girl."

And I do. My body shakes and my pussy floods, my brain full of thoughts and sensations of you, of your touch and your body. I'm panting, my heart pounding. As my climax slows down, I come back to myself. You're still looking down at me, watching me.

You let go of my neck and hold up your hand. I lick any cum I can see off of it, not wanting to give up any of you. You straighten up and let go of my hand on your cock. I use that hand to wipe it off then do the same to my chest. I lick the cum off of my palm, the taste of you already exciting me again.

You shift and move off of me, laying on your back. You put your hand out and I take it. You tug me closer again and I curl into you. I rest my head on your chest and my arm drapes over your waist. I curl my leg around yours, my pussy resting against your hip. You stroke my hair and I sigh, fully content.

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Sir."