Irresistible
I sit on the couch waiting with our dog, eagerly anticipating your arrival. I've been waiting for you all day. Thinking about you all day. It's.... been almost more than I can handle. I haven't gotten to touch you. Haven't gotten to kiss you. To look at your beautiful face and let my hands roam all over your gorgeous body....
I shake my head to snap out of it. I fell hard five years ago, and I still do every day.
I've beaten you home, cleaned the kitchen and our bedroom. All the better so that I can focus on you. So that we can focus on each other.
I shake my head again.
You could be a little more romantic than this
.
But I can't help it. Somehow living with you for years hasn't taken away that desire, the urge to have all of you. Take all of you. Rip your clothes from your body and leave no single inch of you unclaimed.
I know better. I will give you anything that you want.
We see a figure come to the front door. Trixie jumps down from the couch, barking in eager anticipation, knowing that it is almost certainly you.
You enter the house finally, mercifully ending a long day without you. Your beautiful, natural flush is on full display, alight from the cold outside. Long, luscious strands of dark hair fall around your face as you twirl towards me, dropping your bags in one smooth motion. You greet me with your wide, happy smile and embrace me. I feel the sexy curves of your hips and waist as I wrap my arms around you and hold the soft skin of your back. I smell the subtle scent of your perfume and take in this moment where I have you all to myself again.
I see your smile light up again, as you are clearly happy to be home, and you pull me in for a kiss. I feel your lips, full, soft and rich, meet with mine in perfect harmony. Just the touch of your kiss is sending me into overdrive, transporting me back to the many not-so-appropriate thoughts I've had of you throughout the day.
I've been dreaming of the little things with you. And then all of it.
I renew my grip on your back as I give you another kiss. When you kiss me like that, we almost never stop at one. As our lips intertwine again, my hands roam more adventurously around your body, feeling the small of your back, tracing the seductive sway of your hips down to the perfect feel of your enormous yet shapely ass.
I kiss you deeper, making it clear that I have no intention of stopping. I open my eyes to sneak a peek at you. Your eyelids are gently squeezed shut, a look of bliss on your face, and then I feel your lips push harder against me.
We start kissing more feverishly, with a desperation and a passion we have only had with each other. We were supposed to start making dinner, but that's the furthest thing from our minds now. These are the nights that we eat late, gladly.
You're pulling me slowly towards the bedroom, our lips locked in a frenetic dance and our feet trying to avoid the same. You stop kissing me and giggle into my cheek, amused at our clumsy movement and excited for what's to come.
Then, suddenly, you're back for more. I feel your tongue press against my own, overwhelming me even more with what you are treating me to. I'm palming your cheek, I'm pulling your hair, I'm doing all I can to keep the touch of you as well as your hold over me.
I break free from your hungry lips and begin to slide my own down your cheek, my kisses again becoming gentle and soft. I trace my way down your neck, eagerly seeking your collarbone. By the time I get to the elegant edge of your shoulder, you are openly moaning, knowingly announcing your desire and the effect I have upon you. I kiss across your collarbone, both sides of your neck, down into your cleavage, as your head lolls and you begin practically panting with desire for me.
You push me away with the top of your head and go straight for the side of my neck. You know that's one of my most sensitive spots. You're not playing fair. You are kissing my neck, biting my neck, licking it, doing all you can to obliterate my composure. And it's working. My knees are buckling, as I feel tingling sensations shooting down my arms, up my skull, down the top of my thighs and my ass. I'm too sensitive to resist you. And you are irresistible anyway.
But you have no intention of stopping there. I feel you pulling at my shirt and then I know it's time, as I lift it over my head for you. You frantically pull at my belt buckle as you take my belt off for me, and then yank my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
My cock is rock hard for you, as it almost always is. Right now I am so hard that it feels like I am practically pointing towards the ceiling. You smile up at me, basking in the knowledge that it's you who arouses me like this. Then you start kissing up my thighs. I'm shaking, practically needing to sit down as you give love to my inner thighs.
Then suddenly, reality practically falls away. I'm in your mouth. You normally might lick me, or kiss me, or tease the ever-living hell out of me. But not today. I love it. It's so perfect. I feel the fullness of your lips on the soft skin of my cock. Your tongue, masterfully working my head and touching me everywhere. It's so good. You are so fucking good, baby. And I tell you. I always try to tell you.
But you have no mercy for me today. I haven't cum yet, despite fantasizing about you all day, and you know it. You can feel it in my desperation, and how I can't stand the goodness of your pleasure. And you're looking up at me with those unrepentant, beautiful hazel eyes, and you're truly sucking me now. Harder and faster. I feel the vibrations of your horny, unrelenting moans around my engorged dick, and I twitch as I feel it get even fucking harder.
I need more pleasure. I need more of you. I gather your hair in my fist and I gently push your head down, and you are going, going, gone, and I'm completely lost as you take me into your throat. Then you start moving up and down, keeping me in your throat as you are practically fucking your face with my dick.
God you are so, so good, baby.