Made For

You'd already climbed out of bed and started your day. You woke up pressed sleep warm kisses to my half asleep and barely clothed body. When you pressed against me this morning, I could feel your morning arousal pressing into my body, but I'd mumbled, half asleep, and you had taken the hint that I needed an hour or two more. So, you ignored your needs for my need for sleep. You pressed soft kisses anyway, painting my cheek and brow in your kisses. I could feel them, barely there when I woke finally. The sun already up but hidden behind dark curtains. My body ached with the evidence our adventures together last night, but that did not stop my body from wanting you all over again this morning. I could feel the wetness as I stood and stretched. I could smell the coffee already brewing from here upstairs and headed for the stairs down to the living room. To your office. I passed waiting mug and ready pot, and ventured to the corner of the room you called your office.

My lips pressed warmly to the back of your neck, then round slowly, humming as I go. Moving around the edge of your chair, and out of your reaching fingers' grasp. And you wanted to touch me, and I wanted you to touch me, but I had thoughts of something else Maneuvering myself between desk and chair.

"Good morning." I whisper and sink slowly down beneath the desk to take care of what I started just by being barely clothed and snuggled into you this morning. My fingers trailing along the soft material of your sweats. Sizing you up, feeling the soft but hardening arousal.

And I roll those sweats down that you'd barely pulled on this morning as you dressed in the dark, to get to what my mouth was made for beside kissing you. I take my slow sweet time, and even if you're no longer steel-hard you will be shortly. With my warm-wet-mouth wrapped around your cock. Pressing warm-wet-messy kisses along one of my favorite parts of you. It isn't long before you have ahold of my hair with one hand, fisting the strands you love to play with so lovingly, but this isn't sweet-soft-loving time, this is, you woke up hard and wanting and I was still tired and sleepy, and you wanted me but I was still so tired and you ignored your wants and needs to allow me another two hours of sleep.

But now I was going to make it up to you and I relax my jaw the moment you're back to where you left me this morning, steel-hard and wanting all of me, finally you can take what is yours so you begin to press up with those soft rugged needy noises you make as you whimper out into that first thrust, driving your cock even deeper than I had taken you, pressing back into my throat and making that little bulge in my cheeks and throat the way you love it. And maybe my still sleepy eyes water a little but I barely make the first uck-noise before I'm swallowing around to adjust to your length and thickness.

And then you really thrust into your mouth. You've claimed every part of me, marked every inch of flesh you've been able to, every hole you encounter. I am yours and you are mine. But right now, right now, you're in my mouth, your mouth, and you are going to take and take and take. I relax; hands pressed against your knees only for safety's sake. So that you know I am okay I squeeze my hands up your thighs and coax your next three thrusts into my mouth. Petting you and moaning around your cock. And you're breathing hard, one of my favorite sounds and moaning, one hand in my hair, one hand still gripping your desk. Your work in front of you, but I, I who have filled the empty space in your world am now occupying the space between your desk and your body, and you pull my hair a little sideways, so you slip half out of my mouth.

Drool spilling out with your cock and coating my chin, and cheek as you pull me around and adjust the angle at which you take me. Slow and steady, but then building, the bulge of your cock in my blushing cheek, my eyes turned up toward you, and you reposition my head again, and beg me to fist the bottom of your cock and my left hand does. You're so needy and want me so bad, and as much as I am needy and want you so bad you work - I work - and the freshly fucked look is nice, but not at nice as puffy lipped, mouth fucked is on me as I go about my day later. Later. First you have to cum on me, in me, whatever you decide.

And I am horny, you can see it, my pupils blown wild, and the lust haze you love so much is overtaking me. But I pant, and moan and squirm beneath the desk. Desperate for friction, like the feel of you inside of me, against me, your mouth, your fingers, your cock, your knee, your thigh. Whatever I can have, but right now I am denied simply because the clock is ticking, and a shower still awaits me after that first cup of coffee. But right now, right now, I'm doing what I was made for. Pleasing you.

And take you do, thrusting, now wildly, half out of your little chair, the desk shaking with the force of your movements, my hand around the base of your cock, the heel of my palm to your balls the way you like, and the rest of you thrusting up inside my mouth, your mouth, and taking every inch so sweetly, my tongue rocking side to side as you slip out, and gasping when I can get a full mouthful of air, and moaning out wetly as more drool and precum slide down my chin and now it's coating my pretty neck you love so dearly.

But you're close, so close, close. You're shaking beneath me, and I open wider, and you have other ideas as your hand fisted into my hair slides down, tilting my chin up, drawing me off your cock slowly. And I know what that means so I sink back rocking to my ankles and do nothing for the mess you've made of my mouth, my cheeks, my throat, but slide back a little and the pop of sound is audible in the stillness of the morning under your desk. As you exist my still sucking mouth and I let my tongue hang out my mouth, over my puffy just fucked lower lip with means to catch just a little, just a trickle. The saliva ropes from your cock to my lips breaks with the spring of your cock up. And your hand replaces mine, fisting.

Once, twice, and then a thir--

Not quite a third. My eyes shut on instinct and the sound the soft little 'fuck' as that first rope of cum hits along my tongue which I moan over, then up across my lip, and nose, and cheeks.

And paint my cheeks you do, splattering every inch you can. Marking my face as you have a dozen times, but it's never enough for either of us. You cannot coat every inch all the way all the time, and maybe one drop or more made it somewhere you haven't been before. I can already feel it sliding down and over brow, cheek, chin, and neck, warm and wet and delicious. My tongue has disappeared into my mouth and the moan I make at your salted taste makes your toes curl anew. But you pant my name as you do, and I love it all over again. Every time, every damn time. It lights me up from inside and a smile slides across my just fucked face. You are done, and I hear you fall back into the chair, and I carefully reach blindly, some of it is over my eyes. I feel your hand reach to press it away with a little soft laugh.

Cause I do not want it in my eyes when I open them and you're a gentleman and move it so it does not burn me. And you press those warm fingers into my cheek, turning my head, turning my face looking over the masterwork you've made of my pale skin, barely sun touched, freckled all the same. Admire how your cum makes me look.

"Good girl." You whisper and you can see my swallow, my squirm, my heartbeat climbing. But it's time for coffee and time for getting ready for work. And you move the chair, and I open my eyes finally and cum coated, freshly fucked me slides back from under desk and over the floor and up, wiping cum into my mouth with little 'Mmmfuck' sounds that you love so much. Your chair gives a little squeak as you settle back into place and replace your cock where it needs to be and your mouth presses wetly into my cheek smearing more of that cum between us and you chuckle in that satisfied male way.

"Morning, Kitten." You say and I melt, but I move cause coffee awaits, and I'll clean the rest of the cum up in the shower but freshly fucked faced and ready to start my day. I get my coffee and head back up to shower.