You had arrived home drained by a difficult day and had enjoyed my pampering – the glass of wine, the warm relaxing water of the bath, the feel of the soft fluffy towel to dry you followed up with a sensual massage. The pizza for dinner was probably a bit of a let down but what else could we have delivered at 10 o’clock at night?
To bed and my cosseting continues – with you spreadeagled on your back, naked, wrist secured with silk to the bedposts. I kneel above you and kiss you, kiss your lips, your breasts, your pussy… my fingertips tease you, tracing little patterns on your ribs, under your arms, making you squirm, making you giggle and then I settle myself between your thighs and my lips seal themselves to your nether lips… I taste you, sucking your juices into my mouth… oooohhhhh Pussy, so many loving kisses, the tender nibbling of your clit, the plunging of my tongue… you sigh deeply, you moan… your body grows tense, your legs grip my head and you start to undulate… your feet dig into the mattress and now you yell your delight as your juices flow and you cum on my tongue
And now, your wrists released, your head is on my shoulder and you are quiet and peaceful. I am laying on my back staring at the ceiling, reliving the previous hour, the closeness, the tenderness, the passion. my eyes close and I am drifting off to sleep when your voice rouses me. ‘I want to suck your cock, Peter,’ you murmur raising your head and smiling at me. You lean close and gave me a deep kiss.
Your tongue slips between my lips to where the taste of your sex lingers and I wonder if you can taste yourself in my mouth. You speak again, speaking into my open mouth ‘I want you to cum in my mouth, Peter.’
‘You are a naughty wench, Pussy,’ I scold, ‘a wanton hussy, talking so lewdly, being so forward. Perhaps I should spank you…’ You blush and lower your eyes, but I take your chin in my hand, force you to look into my eyes, my other hand strokes your ass. You wince, then shiver at the thought of my hand descending on your bottom.
‘Yes, darling,’ you agree, then scoot down my body, out of reach…
As you slide down my body, you plant soft kisses on my shoulders, on my chest. You linger a moment on my manly nipples, sucking them, nibbling them and then you are on the move again. I feel the coolness of the wet trail left by your tongue, a trail that descends to my groin. My hands press on your shoulders, firm and strong, urging you down…
I feel my cock slide into the wetness and heat of your mouth. It is soft, and you suck it gently, your tongue flickering against the pliant shaft. Ah, so wonderful to feel my cock swelling in your mouth, hardening, lengthening. I moan in pleasure and my fingers reach for you, they run through your thick lustrous hair, become entangled in it.
You suck steadily, rhythmically, seemingly delighted as I respond to your ministrations… growing harder, longer.