It's one of those days, you know. Nothing pressing to do, nothing needing immediate attention, dog's been walked, cat's been fed, too cold to run, too wet to ski, no new book to delve into. So what happens? I watch as he moves around the house, doing various things that have no meaning, moving a pile of magazines from one end of the table to the other, running his fingers through his thick curls while he reads the paper, his new glasses still sliding slowly down his nose as he gazes downward.
He grins as he catches me watching him and makes some comment about how he'll go in this week to get them tightened. My puzzled look back at him makes him realize I'm doing more than watching his movements. I'm having thoughts, THOSE thoughts, about his cock again. I've been obsessed with it lately...well always, but even more recently. I rise and wander to him, my hand immediately tracing down the slight bulge through his jeans, my eyes finding his as I push him back into a kitchen chair.
"Again, baby?" he teasingly asks. I nod just once as I undo his fly and tug him through his shorts. His fingers curl into my hair, resting there as I engulf him with my mouth, moaning already. I suck him slowly, moving back and forth just enough to bring him to complete erection. My hand curls around the base, stroking him as I remove my mouth from his thick head, my free hand cupping his scrotum and pressing it up, my tongue lapping around it. I feel him slide closer to the edge of the hard wood chair, his hips bobbing up and down, matching the rhythm of my stroking. He'll last awhile this time, the memory of our early morning fuck still fresh in both of our minds.
I pull both swelling balls into my mouth, my tongue moving around them, between them, the pressure from my lips increasing as I hear those moans of his. I nip him lightly, just to hear him suck his breath in. My hand presses the underside of his cock against my cheek, letting it rub there, my mouth now at the base of his cock, sucking tightly, my tongue working hard against that spot. His fingers grip into my hair, holding it back so he can watch it all.
I become aware of the pressure against my knees, silently cursing myself for not picking out more cushioned flooring (is that available? remind me to check later). My brows crinkle slightly and he grins, knowing I'm uncomfortable, but will not relinquish the feast in my mouth until he makes me. My lips suck up the back of his cock and a split second before I swallow him again, he stops me, asking for me to just fuck him already, for god's sake, get off the floor.