You always know how to give me what I need, even without me telling you. You know the days I need you to choke me and hold me down, and you know when tender is best. But lately our options have been limited, since there's nearly always someone around. Well, I finally have my own apartment. That first weekend alone with you was fantastic...
"Bye Mom, bye Dad! Thanks again for helping me move all my stuff!"
After making sure the door is locked, I flop down next to you on the couch. You pull me in close and kiss my forehead. "Finally able to relax sweetheart?"
"Finally. It's been a long few weeks getting ready to move."
Not to mention the stress of someone always being around has killed the mood every time we try to have sex...
You kiss me again and go back to watching Doctor Who. I lazily start tracing circles all over your thighs like I always do, even getting brave and lightly moving across your hips and yes, over your dick too because I like to tease you.
It doesn't take long before I feel you growing hard under my touch. Soon you're distracted from the show and teasing me right back. You slowly rub my clit through my leggings, kissing and biting my neck as you do. You rub faster bringing me almost to orgasm, then stop. You let me catch my breath for a moment then start slowly again, building me up to an orgasm and stopping just before my release.
"Not nice," I pout, wanting you to continue.
"What baby?" You ask innocently.
"I need more."
You stand up and pause the show, then hold out your hand to me. I give you a questioning look, but take your hand and let you help me up and lead me to the bedroom. I step closer to you to hug and kiss you, but you grab my hands and hold me away, sitting on the bed.
"Strip."
I hesitate for a moment before remembering no one can walk in on us. Since I can finally relax, I put on a little show for you as I slowly wiggle out of my skin-tight jeans and fitted t-shirt. After undressing, I spin slowly to let you admire the view. You slap my ass then turn me around to hug me. Standing on my toes, I stretch to kiss you.
Your hands fist in my hair as you hold me close and kiss me back, taking my breath away. You back me toward the bed and push me down, tying my hands to the bedposts.
"I'm glad you set this up already baby," I say with a smile. Suddenly you flip me over to slap my ass again. "Tonight, it's Sir," you say, answering my questioning look and sending a shiver of excitement up my spine. "Understood?"
"Yes Sir," I answer. This side of you thrills me.
You kiss your way down my stomach, taking a moment to tease me with your tongue before tying up my ankles.
I feel every nerve tingling with anticipation as you step back smiling to take in the view. You've never tied me up this way, and it turns me on incredibly.
Suddenly you plunge your finger deep inside me to massage my g-spot, and then slide it out to tease my clit. Before I can moan, you move away again to grab something. I hear it before I feel it: my favorite vibrator. You slowly work it inside me but leave it on low, not enough to make me cum.
You continue your teasing from earlier, bringing me just to the edge of orgasm then stopping. I strain at the ties holding my hands and feet, stretching toward you hoping you'll keep going.
Instead, you stop for a moment. "Please?" I ask after catching my breath.
"Please what?"
"Fuck me," I answer with a deep crimson blush.
"And how do you ask?"
"Please Sir?"
In answer you move the vibrator to my clit and slowly push your hard, already lubed-up cock into me. I let out a moan, loving the way you fill me up. But then you stop. When I focus on you, you ask me how I want it.
"From behind" I say. "Sir" I remember to add, and you oblige. You untie my ankles and adjust the cuffs on my wrists so I can roll over. You slap my ass again before starting to fuck me slowly. I try to thrust my hips against you, but you keep the pace slow.