When he comes in..she drops everything and rushes to soothe away his day. Taking his coat and case…she passes him an ice cold soft drink. She watches in delight as his throat bobs up and down while drinking..even that small movement exciting her.
Come into the parlor, love…she coaxes…
He follows her, his eyes watching her sashay before him into the warm, softly lit room. It is always a joy to come home to such pampering. Stretching out in his favourite chair, he leans back and allows himself to relax under her tender hands.
She smoothes the hair from his forehead, replacing it with a whisper soft kiss. Her hands rub small circles on his temples, easing the tension she finds there. They follow the lines of his difficult day.
She moves her hands gently, slowly to his neck, and there she massages away any stress he has brought home with him. She wants him very relaxed and pliant.
Moving to his shoulders she finds her way impeded by his shirt, and so leans forward to remove it, her hair falling softly over his face as she loosens his tie and unbuttons each button with painstaking precision. Pulling the shirt tails from his pants, she sees him visibly relax. She runs her hands over his chest, across his abdomen, flirting with the sensitive area above his waist.
Raining soft kisses on his neck, she moves ever closer. He can smell the exotic sweetness of her perfume, and feel the heat of her breath. It makes his spine tingle.
Coming around to the front of him, she kneels before him, the barest hint of a smile on her face. She places her hands on his thighs, pushing them apart enough for her to fit right in between, and pulls herself as close to him as she can. He relaxes ever deeper into the chair, a sigh of release escaping his mouth.
Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, both tasks demand her complete attention, so enraptured is she with what she is about to do. Her lust has been rising all day, just thinking of the moment when he would walk in the door. And now that he is here, in his chair, where she has pictured him, she wants to make him as happy as she planned.
She finds him already hard, his need for her apparent. She knows he thinks of this on the long drive home, each day wondering how she will please him that night. She has not yet been unable to do so. Taking his big hard cock into her small hands, she is again filled with a rush of desire, just as she feels every time she is near him. She licks her lips, her eyes feasting on the object of her desire…
She leans forward. His head drops back on the chair rest. She moves closer. He groans softly with excitement. She puts her lips on him. He shifts forward. She opens her lips wide, sliding him into her mouth slowly, savouring each tasty inch, until he has all but disappeared into her. Holding him fast, she works with her tongue. Sliding it up and down, and around. She creates the deepest suction to keep him there, imprisoned between her lips. She begins to move, just a bit, She begins to move a bit faster. His eyes are closed, his mouth open slightly, his hands gripping the arm rests tightly. She begins to move a bit faster.
She is getting carried away. Her own lust driving her to suck him harder, she moves her tongue in circles, wishing she could know just what he was feeling.
He rises a bit in the chair. He has grown harder, and she knows he is close, so slows down. She feels the muscles tense in his legs. She slows her pace to match the ticking of the clock in the hall. He relaxes again.
The scent of him is enflaming her. She ignores her own needs. Her hands slip between his legs, and cup his balls, her finger playing along his perineum, one finger straying even further. She begins to move a bit faster.
Her head is working in rhythm with her hands. She grips him tightly at the base of his cock, then slides to the top, following the wet trail left by her mouth. Over and over she does this, as he grips the chair harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut.
She thrills to see him so. Her own desire grows with his pleasure. She continues to move faster and faster…she wants him to come…she moves her head again, her hands again, her tongue in whirls…his hands have come off the chair and one finds the back of her head, pushing her down deeper..she can no longer move…so her tongue must do all the work. She complies, casting it about to touch each possible place she can, as she takes his cock ever deeper into her mouth.
His hips begin to move up to meet her…his muscles tense again…he is about to explode and she knows it…she keeps moving her tongue..his hand is tighter around her neck. He moans. She moans.
And then he explodes into her mouth….he bucks up and down and she presses harder onto him, drinking in every last drop of him…she wants all that he is to be inside her….he continues to move, she continues to suck him…his nectar as sweet as she ever dreamed…
He settles back into the chair, visibly relaxing…a satisfied sigh leaves him as she moves forward with him..keeping him in her mouth for as long as he will allow.
He lies there for a moment. She caresses any part of him she can reach. He raises his head. Opens his eyes. Takes her chin in his hands and lifts her head.
Thank you my love, he says.
Now. Go get my dinner.
Come into the parlor, love…she coaxes…
He follows her, his eyes watching her sashay before him into the warm, softly lit room. It is always a joy to come home to such pampering. Stretching out in his favourite chair, he leans back and allows himself to relax under her tender hands.
She smoothes the hair from his forehead, replacing it with a whisper soft kiss. Her hands rub small circles on his temples, easing the tension she finds there. They follow the lines of his difficult day.
She moves her hands gently, slowly to his neck, and there she massages away any stress he has brought home with him. She wants him very relaxed and pliant.
Moving to his shoulders she finds her way impeded by his shirt, and so leans forward to remove it, her hair falling softly over his face as she loosens his tie and unbuttons each button with painstaking precision. Pulling the shirt tails from his pants, she sees him visibly relax. She runs her hands over his chest, across his abdomen, flirting with the sensitive area above his waist.
Raining soft kisses on his neck, she moves ever closer. He can smell the exotic sweetness of her perfume, and feel the heat of her breath. It makes his spine tingle.
Coming around to the front of him, she kneels before him, the barest hint of a smile on her face. She places her hands on his thighs, pushing them apart enough for her to fit right in between, and pulls herself as close to him as she can. He relaxes ever deeper into the chair, a sigh of release escaping his mouth.
Unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, both tasks demand her complete attention, so enraptured is she with what she is about to do. Her lust has been rising all day, just thinking of the moment when he would walk in the door. And now that he is here, in his chair, where she has pictured him, she wants to make him as happy as she planned.
She finds him already hard, his need for her apparent. She knows he thinks of this on the long drive home, each day wondering how she will please him that night. She has not yet been unable to do so. Taking his big hard cock into her small hands, she is again filled with a rush of desire, just as she feels every time she is near him. She licks her lips, her eyes feasting on the object of her desire…
She leans forward. His head drops back on the chair rest. She moves closer. He groans softly with excitement. She puts her lips on him. He shifts forward. She opens her lips wide, sliding him into her mouth slowly, savouring each tasty inch, until he has all but disappeared into her. Holding him fast, she works with her tongue. Sliding it up and down, and around. She creates the deepest suction to keep him there, imprisoned between her lips. She begins to move, just a bit, She begins to move a bit faster. His eyes are closed, his mouth open slightly, his hands gripping the arm rests tightly. She begins to move a bit faster.
She is getting carried away. Her own lust driving her to suck him harder, she moves her tongue in circles, wishing she could know just what he was feeling.
He rises a bit in the chair. He has grown harder, and she knows he is close, so slows down. She feels the muscles tense in his legs. She slows her pace to match the ticking of the clock in the hall. He relaxes again.
The scent of him is enflaming her. She ignores her own needs. Her hands slip between his legs, and cup his balls, her finger playing along his perineum, one finger straying even further. She begins to move a bit faster.
Her head is working in rhythm with her hands. She grips him tightly at the base of his cock, then slides to the top, following the wet trail left by her mouth. Over and over she does this, as he grips the chair harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut.
She thrills to see him so. Her own desire grows with his pleasure. She continues to move faster and faster…she wants him to come…she moves her head again, her hands again, her tongue in whirls…his hands have come off the chair and one finds the back of her head, pushing her down deeper..she can no longer move…so her tongue must do all the work. She complies, casting it about to touch each possible place she can, as she takes his cock ever deeper into her mouth.
His hips begin to move up to meet her…his muscles tense again…he is about to explode and she knows it…she keeps moving her tongue..his hand is tighter around her neck. He moans. She moans.
And then he explodes into her mouth….he bucks up and down and she presses harder onto him, drinking in every last drop of him…she wants all that he is to be inside her….he continues to move, she continues to suck him…his nectar as sweet as she ever dreamed…
He settles back into the chair, visibly relaxing…a satisfied sigh leaves him as she moves forward with him..keeping him in her mouth for as long as he will allow.
He lies there for a moment. She caresses any part of him she can reach. He raises his head. Opens his eyes. Takes her chin in his hands and lifts her head.
Thank you my love, he says.
Now. Go get my dinner.
Emily,
ReplyDeleteOMG you had my spine tingling! Well done passage of erotica.
Also, the ending is a nice touch. It is true that men are from Mars and women are from Venus.
As I read this I was visualizing sucking and licking my Daddy's cock and remembering how wonderful he tastes...I did this same thing last night and this morning to him. Not sure what he'll want tonight, lol!
ReplyDeleteKitty
Absolutely wonderful, Emily! I loved it! ^_^
ReplyDeleteShorty
Thank you, Joey, Kitty, and Shorty....just a story.
ReplyDeleteEmily