Master was finally home. I heard the front door slam with an unusually loud bang. His heavy footsteps came down the hallway and I quickly sat up on the bed before he came through the door.
"It... it's not time..." I said, in my t-shirt and panties. Master always told me what outfit to wear every night, i felt a little exposed.
He cut me off with a deep, long, kiss. It was our first kiss, since he agreed to let me live with him in exchange for being his sub 4 months ago. I was taken by surprise, but toyed with his tongue and played with his kiss. He pressed his body against me, pinning me to the bed. He smelled badly of alcohol.
He switched his lips to my neck - a sensation I haven't felt in a long time - as he slid his hand up my shirt, pulling it above my tits, then down my panties, using my wetness to lube my clit and massage it as he gave me hickies. I couldn't help but moan. His other hand slid under my shoulder up to the back of my neck holding it firmly against his lips before he kissed down to my heaving chest.
His tongue was hot and wet ass it caressed and lapped at my nipples. I grabbed his head when he started to pull away. It wasn't a submissive move. He stood up, grabbed my left hip and dragged me to the edge of the bed, the other hand gripped my neck and jaw, and he leaned into my face.
"i[You] listen to [me], remember?" He said it seriously, but wore a playful grin. He kissed and nibbled my ear. "I think I love you, Kelsey."
The hair on my neck stood up as goosebumps spread a blush I felt all over my body. My head was spinning and I felt 'high' for the first time since high school, and I couldn't speak.
He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. His gaze was soft, but steady, an alternative to the usual serious monotone mask he wore. "It's okay. I've been hiding it for about a month now. I see you so much different than any other sub that I've ever had. You're the first I've told not to make me breakfast, that's for sure..." This made me smile; I loved making breakfast for us. "Is this okay? If you want to leave, you can leave..."
"It's okay." I said, way too quick, but it made him smile. I attributed all of this to him being drunk, so I wasn't about to let him kick me out over it. Also the idea that he might actually like me gave me butterflies.
He stood up again, tearing off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, pulling his cock out with one hand, the other gripped my waist, and rubbed the tip of his cock in the wetness of my pussy. He started fucking me little-by-little until his entire cock was lubed.
My body was on fire, as he fucked me. Goosebumps and butterflies rippled throughout me, every where he was touching me was tingling. My head was swimming under his gaze, his eyes were so mesmerizing and soft, we'd never fucked face to face before. He slowed down, laying on top of me and pushing his lips against mine again. I held onto his frame as I felt every inch of him smooth and slow.
I let out a moan when I started cumming, he bit my neck and didn't change pace, but stared thrusting longer and harder. I started shaking and he thrust deep inside me, holding me tight as he rolled onto his back, dragging me on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held the small of my back and my neck and let him thrust into me until he was tired.
