The Rules

I awoke in his arms as I always do. He was awake, watching me sleep. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair off my face. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips on mine, my favourite way to wake up. Our lips pressed together, our tongues twisted. No other parts of our bodies touched. It was a little rule he had some mornings. I loved every inch of our skin touching, but I also enjoyed playing by his rules once in a while.

I always regretted when his lips left mine, I could kiss him forever. He got out of bed and headed for the shower. When the water had been running for a few minutes, I got up to go join him, as he expected. I climbed in behind him and took the soap from his hand. I lathered every inch of his body, taking my time and lingering in certain places. Although his rules were pretty much non-negotiable, he always let me take my time running the soap all over his body. I breathed deeply the scent of the sweet smelling soap mixing with the scent of his skin.

When he'd rinsed all the lather off, I squirted some of his favourite shampoo into my hand. He loved it when I washed his hair, sometimes making me shampoo it twice. He said he loved my fingers rubbing through his hair, massaging his scalp. I loved doing it because it let me touch him longer. When the shampoo was rinsed out, it was his turn to lather me.

I stood with the hot water pelting me, his hands all over my body. This was one of his rules he wasn't very strict about. He took as much time lathering my body as I did his, lingering for long moments in his favourite spots. He loved washing my hair. He asked all the time if he could, even on days we weren't using his rules. He said he thought it was intimate and sensual and loved running his fingers through it. I don't think he knew I loved it as much as he did. Sometimes he loved it so much, he'd shampoo twice and then condition. My friends were always asking me who did my hair, it always looked great. I just smiled and thought of the reason why.

When he finished rinsing my hair, he reached and turned the water off. He stepped out of the shower and took my hand to help me out. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and dried me off, lingering in his favourite spots again. He like toweling my hair dry, letting it hang wet while it dried.

I took a towel and dried him off, paying special attention to certain spots. We went back into the bedroom and I sat on the bed to watch him get dressed. This was another one of his rules, one I think he knew I didn't mind at all. I stayed naked all day while he wore what he knew I loved, what drove me absolutely wild, what he knew I thought was sexy and couldn't resist. What he knew would keep me hot all day and would have made me crazy for him by the end of the day. A pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I think he liked teasing me like that. Before we left the bedroom, he put on some of his cologne, knowing it was my favourite, too and would drive me crazy every time I smelled it all day.

We went to the kitchen where he cooked us breakfast. He liked me to sit at the table where he could look at me while he cooked. Sometimes he'd come over and kiss me just long enough for me to start to get wet then he'd pull away. He knew he did this to me, knew when I was wet. When he went back to his cooking, he'd ask me to sit so he could see how wet I was. I loved sitting like this for him. Then he'd come over and kiss me again, his fingers would brush over my nipples until they were both hard and then his hands would fall away. While his mouth was still pressed to mine, his leg would be between mine, rubbing against my pussy. He would kiss me and rub against me until I moaned, then he would stop and go back to cooking. I always tried to hold it back, but I could never help myself and his lips would leave mine too soon.

By the time breakfast was ready, my lips would be swollen from his kisses, my nipples would be hard and throbbing, and my pussy would be glistening, dripping. He always sat beside me instead of across so he could touch me whenever and wherever he wanted to. Always stopping as soon as I moaned. I loved eating breakfast with him. His only rule was I wasn't allowed to touch him except for kissing and only his lips. And that he would stop what he was doing as soon as I moaned.

After breakfast we loaded the dishwasher together. He said he loved watching me work around the kitchen naked. I loved doing it, too, but I wouldn't tell him that. When the kitchen was clean, it was time to tidy the rest of the house. Time for him to tidy the rest of the house. He knew it drove me wild to watch him in his blue jeans and t-shirt. Sometimes I think he showed off a little, bending just so, making his ass look even better than it normally did, trying to trick me into breaking the rules and touching him. That had only happened once, and I wouldn't consider what happened punishment.

As he cleaned, he liked me to touch myself, sometimes my tits, sometimes my pussy, sometimes both. He would keep cleaning when I started, pretending he didn't want to watch. This usually only lasted the first few seconds and then his eyes would be glued to me. He had a rule for this, too, as soon as I moaned I had to take my hands off myself. It didn't matter how quiet I was, either, he always heard me and made me stop immediately. I never got to cum during the day, I always had to wait until later, but by the time he let me, I was wild.

When the cleaning was done, he sometimes went outside to do something around the yard. He never asked me to go out with him, but he did like me to stay where he could see me so he knew I wasn't touching myself when I wasn't supposed to be. By this time, if I had broken the rules and touched myself, he would have heard me even way out in the yard. He was never out for very long, just a few minutes. I don't think he could stand to be away from me for very long, especially when he could see me standing there in the window, naked.

He always kissed me long and hard when he came back inside as if we'd been apart for five years instead of five minutes. He even rubbed against me a little, letting me feel him through his sexy blue jeans.

Now it was lunch time. I sat at the table watching him put together a couple of sandwiches. There was no kissing or touching while he got lunch ready. He sat across the table from me at lunch time. No touching, not even our feet bumping against each other. We ate our lunch, making small talk, both of us concentrating on not touching. I was used to his rules, enjoyed playing his game, always knew what was coming next.

When lunch was over and the kitchen cleaned, he asked me to pull the chair away from the table, sit down, and open my legs wide. I loved this rule. He got on his knees in front of me, looking up at me, smiling, both of us knowing the rules. He bent his head and kissed my thighs, inching his way to my pussy that was getting wetter with every kiss. He kissed my pussy lips and I bit my tongue. His tongue licked my lips, licking up some of my wetness. I tangled my fingers in his hair and he looked up at me while his tongue slid inside my lips. I sucked in my breath and waited for his tongue to hit my clit. As soon as it did, I moaned. I couldn't help it, he had me so hot. He stood up and told me to come into the living room with him. I got up, hot and soaking wet thinking he'd never said anything about screaming. Maybe if I screamed next time instead of moaning he wouldn't stop.

We sat beside each other on the couch, close, but not an inch of our skin touching. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. We always watched something hot and sexy. Another one of his rules. Another one I didn't mind, but would never tell him. He liked to get me hot, knowing I couldn't do anything about it unless he said so and then not for very long. He found a movie that was showing a pretty erotic scene. I stared at the screen unable to tear my eyes away. I jumped when I felt his hand between my legs although I knew he'd been going to touch me. I spread my legs and loved how his fingers felt slipping inside me one at a time. I kept watching the movie as his fingers moved over my clit. I bit down on my lip, forbidding any sound to come out. I moved my hips against his hand and felt his eyes on my face. He loved watching my face while he did stuff to me and I loved him watching me.

As his fingers moved faster, I tried to hold back, but couldn't any longer. I screamed. He laughed and said there was a new rule. No screaming. I watched the movie again, my pussy dripping onto the couch. He reached over once in a while and played with my tits. Until I moaned. I always moaned. He always stopped when I moaned. Sometimes I hated his rules.

When the movie was over he shut off the TV. He sat there and I could feel his eyes moving over me. He said he could see I had enjoyed the movie. I looked at him and his eyes were on my pussy. I looked down. My lips were swollen and open, my clit was hard, and I was glistening. I think I had enjoyed his hands more than the movie.

It was time for one of my favourite rules. He got up and stood in front of me, pulling me to the edge of the couch. I closed my eyes as he rubbed against my face, letting me feel the bulge in his pants grow harder. He rubbed against me until he was moaning, needing to be released. He was allowed to moan.

I unzipped his pants and let his hard, throbbing cock loose. He took it in his hand and rubbed the head of it on my face, knowing I'd be able to smell him for the rest of the day. His cock brushed my lips. I managed not to moan. I opened my mouth and slowly let him in, licking and tasting him. He moaned and I took him in deeper. He liked when I held and squeezed his balls while I had him deep in my mouth. Sometimes I'd take my time, wanting to feel him in my mouth for a while. Other times I'd be too greedy to taste every drop of his hot liquid as it burst from him that I couldn't control myself. Today was one of those days.

I licked and sucked him, squeezing his balls until he was moaning uncontrollably and thrusting his hips hard into my face. He whispered my name as his cum spilled onto my tongue and I drank every drop. He liked me to lick him clean before doing up his jeans again. So did I. He got on his knees in front of me and kissed me. He liked tasting himself in my mouth, trying to suck his taste off my tongue. I found this so sexy it made me soaking wet and I almost moaned, stopping myself, not wanting his lips to leave mine yet. We kissed long and passionately. Until his finger slipped inside me and rubbed my clit. Once. I moaned. He stopped. I hated his rules.

It was time for a nap. We went and crawled into bed. Me naked, him in his blue jeans and white t-shirt. He liked to sleep cuddled up to my back, one of his legs between mine, one arm wrapped around me, cupping my tit. I loved sleeping like this. Sometimes he'd wake me up rubbing against me. I'd be able to feel his hard cock against my ass even through his jeans. I loved sleeping in his arms, our legs wrapped together. I loved the way he woke me up. Sometimes it was hard to fall asleep like this, I'd rather roll over and ravish him.

I did fall asleep and so did he. We stayed wrapped together and he woke me up by rubbing against my ass and squeezing my tit. I rolled over in his arms and kissed him, his arms still around me, his leg still between mine, now rubbing against my pussy. He kept rubbing harder and I couldn't help but moan. I stopped kissing him and expected him to stop, too, but he surprised me and said he thought we should cut the game short, forget the rules, skip supper, and stay where we were until tomorrow. I told him that sounded like a good idea to me, but that I had one more rule. Although it was my favourite and he looked damn sexy, he had to lose the jeans and t-shirt. He laughed and hurriedly took them off saying that was the last rule of the night.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me and for the first time all day let me feel his cock against my pussy. We both moaned. I climbed on top of him and sank down onto him, needing to feel him inside me. I rode him fast and hard never taking my mouth off his. After being teased all day, I needed to cum, feel him cum with me. His hips thrust hard into me, his back arching. We came at the same time, kissing and moaning, our juice mixing. I fell into his arms, still kissing, wanting to devour him, knowing we had all night with no rules.

I kissed my way down his body, making my way to his cock. He sighed as my lips hit him and I got up and turned around, hovering my pussy over his face. I moaned as his tongue hit my pussy, slipping inside, and moving in my juice. I took his cock deep in my throat and couldn't wait to taste him again. I slid my pussy around on his face, getting him wet with our cum. I moaned at his mouth on me, sucking him harder.

I wished the night would last forever, wanting to taste him over and over again, feel him inside me, our cum mixing together again and again, kissing, licking, and tasting each other. Being in his arms. Moaning. Screaming. Falling asleep together when we were both exhausted and could do no more. Until I woke up in his arms in the morning and it was my turn to set the rules.