I took my time getting home. I knew she was there, that she had been there for a while and was waiting for me. Taking time gave her the chance to prepare herself, divest herself of the vanilla world of work and prepare herself into her babygirl submissive headspace. Her mind and slipping into her mind are my greatest pleasures because of the power I hold over her mind that then translates into very interesting control over her body. She is delicious, beautiful, and the three W's....warm, wet, and willing.
Entering the house, the smell of melted scented wax assails my nostrils. It is a delight to have this sensation as it adds so much to the ambiance of the scene. The lights are low, candles are lit, and the house is quiet.
And there she is. She is kneeling feet from the door, head down, eyes closed, thighs spread, wrists resting on her knees with her palms up, offering herself to me, open, unfettered, and free. She wears only three pieces of jewelry, the most important her Daddy's Girl bracelet. She is such a beautiful sight there kneeling, waiting, open, her mind slipping deeper into the part of her where she gets to be free.
I step towards her, lowering my bag to the ground so that my hands can be unencumbered. Her hair is down, the way I like it, perfect to pet or to wrap my fingers in and control her. She knows I am there but maintains amazing composure, not moving, breathing slowly, waiting and anticipating.
"Hello babygirl," I whisper in a low voice. She does not move but a small smile graces her lips. Such a good sign.
I step to her slowly and quietly, contemplating what I want to do with this beautiful woman who has surrendered herself to me. Normally I lift her chin and kiss her, beckoning her to stand so that we can embrace. But not tonight.
"Mouth," I say.
She slowly opens her mouth, little pink tongue reaching out to run across her lips. Her lips glisten and her wet tongue is so inviting. She waits for thirty seconds, licking her lips, her head still down and eyes closed. And then her hands reach up, palms laying flat on my thighs, sliding upwards across my thighs, seeking out the zipper to my pants. Holding the top of my pants with one hand, she slowly draws down my zipper, reaches her hand inside and draws out my cock.
Eyes closed, she lifts her head and tentatively reaches out with her tongue to caress the head of my cock, slow, wet swirls that make me harden faster. Once wet, she leans forward and takes me completely in her mouth without stopping until her lips press against the base of my cock, tongue swirling around me. She holds me in her mouth for as long as she can before she needs to breath, pulling her head back, opening her mouth wider, so that she can breathe but not removing me from her mouth. Her mouth and tongue then resume their slow assault on my flesh. The sensation is amazing but the vision of her, hands now returned back to her knees, palms up, eyes closed, mouth slipping back and forth across my cock, is intoxicating. She sucks on me as if her very existence, her ability to be, depends on the movement of my body inside hers.
This is a slow teasing. She knows that there is no desire for her to bring me to climax, simply to show me her love and her submission by servicing me and warming me up for later fun. I stand, enjoying the feeling of her magical mouth, reveling in the exchange that is taking place between us with such a limited amount of sound and other contact. Her pace remains slow, sliding up and down the length of my cock, coating it with her saliva, sucking so that her cheeks hollow, her tongue never stopping.
I reach down and wrap my fingers in her hair, holding her head still, and pushing my cock deep into her mouth. She knows to hold still and let me use her. I can smell her excitement, her sex soaking wet between those spread thighs. She wants to touch herself but knows she does not have permission. At least, not yet. As she gags on me, I slowly ease myself from her mouth with a soft pop, saliva dripping down across her chin. She stays still, eyes closed, waiting.
"One," I whisper.
Her breath catches.
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
