***This is my first submission, I appreciate your grace in accepting my mistakes and I look forward to reading your constructive criticism. ***
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"Wake up Sweetheart," coaxes a deep, rumbly voice.
But I don't want to wake up. Midway through my work day, I started to feel like I was finally succumbing to the bug that was going around the office. After lunch, I cut my losses and headed home in hope of sleeping away my headache and fever. It was so rare that I get a chance to be home alone and I was looking forward to napping in peace for a change.
Wait. That's right. I'm supposed to be alone. Just as I start to panic, I realize that I recognize that voice. It's you.
"Come on Baby, wake up for me," you whisper, combing your fingers through my hair.
I roll over to look up into your eyes, the sheet sliding down to reveal my bare shoulders and the curve of my breasts.
The look you are giving me stops the breath in my chest. Your chocolate eyes are molten and sparkling, dark with devilish intent. You reach out a hand to stroke my forehead and cheek, lightly teasing my lips. My lips part in eagerness, a wordless plea escapes.
"What was that, Baby?" you ask.
"Please?" I exhale.
"I don't understand. Tell me exactly what you want," you command. Your tone serious, your eyes mischievous. You know exactly what I want, but you'll make me beg anyway.
"Please..." I start hesitantly. "Please let me suck your dick?" My wide eyes imploring.
Your smile arrives on your lips like the sun in the morning. Faint at first; just a little twitch on one side. Your eyes begin to glow with mirth and the corners of your mouth turn up. My heart starts to beat faster, recognizing the predator hidden in that smile, my instincts telling me to run, but every cell in my body holding me down, as if magnetized to you.
"Touch me," is all you say.
I prop myself up on one elbow, reaching my other hand up your denim-clad thigh, dragging my nails over the ribbed fabric so we can both sense the miniature vibrations. The sheet finally slips down to my waist as I reach for your belt; your eye contact breaking to gaze heatedly at my painfully erect nipples.
I work leisurely to disengage your belt, lowering your zipper agonizingly slow, feeling the tension winding tighter and tighter in between my slick, naked thighs. I lower your boxer-briefs and jeans together, exposing a thick patch of hair. With the waistband pulled taught, I pause before finally releasing your cock - already hard - bouncing upward to meet me.
I lick my lips as I finally drop your pants and reach out to grasp your rigid pole. Delighting in the feel of your velvety smooth skin, I explore the ridges of your veins with my fingertips, smearing the precum gathering on the shiny tip of your magnificent dick head. I love how hard you get for me.
Before I can begin stroking you, you snatch my wrist, squeezing hard, tightening until I start to lose feeling in my fingers. My eyes widen with distress.
"That's not how I want you, Baby Girl," you murmur patiently. "Lay on your back, with your hair over the edge of the bed."
I comply immediately, throwing aside the covers, shimmying down a bit, and turning on the crisp white sheets so that my head now hangs over the edge.
"Good girl," your voice rasps, hand caressing my stretched neck, lightly pinching my hard nipple, grazing my stomach; slowly, gently. Then you jerk, hand darting for my clit, catching my delicate nub between two fingers.
Your fingers dip lower, feeling for the first time how wet I've become in these few short moments. No longer gentle, you plunge two fingers inside me. I cry out sharply at the intrusion, my shock petering out into a moan of pleasure.
