It was Presidents’ Day. She was home alone. I was losing her. I felt it. Our connection had been weaken because of the stress of the situation and life and it needed to be replenished. It was ill advised, but love is often ill advise if it is true.
I had become paranoid. She started to hide from me, the way she used to hide from Mr. Muse. By what she chose to say and what she chose to avoid, it was hard not to feel like I was again a back-up to him. We are supposed to planning to move in together in April, maybe May and she is being shifty about it.
I drove the 20 minutes from work to her house, uninvited, unannounced. I had been planning this for more than a day. I paid special attention when showering, grooming and picking clothes. I needed to make an impression. I always want to make an impression with her. She is beautiful and I wanted to be on par.
I reviewed Plan A in my head, the seduction. Plan B was if she was not home, that was fully conceived, Plan C was if she was not home alone, that one was more of a working outline. Plan C covered all manner of variables; if she was home with Mr. Muse, someone else if something incriminating was found, all of the panic that got through your mind when you know something is being kept from you.
As I drove, we texted and she sent pictures of her studying on her couch. So plan B wasn’t needed. Did this idea pop into my head because of Mr Muse and the Sunday drive by? Somewhere in a place I don’t like to think about, was I trying to catch her? Maybe. But I had Plan A.
Plan A was our kind of hot:
I call 5 minutes out and tell her that I am close, she can tell me to turn around, or she can leave the front door open, take a quick shower and meet me in her room. I brought a small tripod for my phone so I could film it all, hands free. She liked to be filmed. I walk into the room with the camera rolling, set it down so it can record the whole scene. I walk up to her and kiss her hard, forceful, but carefully pushing her naked body against the cold wall, I bring my hand up to her neck squeeze while kissing her and then run it down her body. I trace her sensuous curves with my fingers, being careful not to touch anywhere directly, just a whisper of a touch. I step back and she has that amazing look that is a mix of being turned on and being surprised.
“Are you mine?” I say holding a hard look and eye contact.
“Yes” she says in almost a whisper
“Are you truly mine?” I push.
“Yes” she says slightly annoyed at the repetitiveness, but still on turned on.
“I want to you to get yourself off, now. I want to you to touch your clit while you look into my eyes. Do this until you cum for me.” I maintain eye contact and give her a dirty little smirk. We talked had many times about her desire to be dominated, to be choked, to be claimed. I knew what she would respond to.
Silence. No movement.
I take her hand, brush it by my already engorged dick, and guide her fingers to her pussy, saying nothing. Then I step back.
She starts to slide her fingers back and forth, slowly. She tries to look down, but I catch her gaze and bring it back to mine.
I slowly trace my fingers around the bulge in my jeans. Her face lights up a bit as she switches between looking at me and looking at my dick.
She picks up the pace. Her knees quiver and she sinks momentarily under the wave of pleasure. She soldiers on.
I slowly undo my belt.
She gasps and keeps going.
Unbutton my pants and the pressure of my hard dick trying to break free, makes the pants unzip a little on their own.
She stares, waiting for more.
“Pinch your nipples”
She has a quickly disappearing startled look, then she runs her hand up her body and starts to play with her tits.
I reward her by unzipping all of the way. Even the blackness of the underwear can’t hide the pre-cum.
“I want you in my mouth” she says seductively.
“If you are good, I will fuck your mouth” I say coldly.
She gives me a look, as to say I am playing with fire. My comment makes her realize the power she has and her motions become less about function and more about her spectacular form. She is showing off and it making her get closer to a hard cum. Her knees buckle slightly again.
She moans a little, then a gasp. I show her the top of hard dick, it glistens from the pre-cum.
She takes her hand away from her tits and grabs the headboard next to her. She starts to convulse as she gets hit by wave after wave of tingling, heart pounding pure fucking joy.
She collapses on the bed, slowly pulling her drenched fingers away. She is spent.
“Lay down, on your back, head in front of me if you want your reward.”
She takes a moment to process and recover and assume the required position.
I take my clothes off, take my dick in my hand and touch her lips with it. The wet stickiness transfers to her luscious lips. She licks it off of her lips, then my licks it off of my dick.
I pull her further to the end of the bed, so the her head is slightly hanging off, a better angle for my dick to enter her small sexy mouth.
I slide my cock into her mouth, I can see her eyes watering as she takes all she can. She bring her hands up to hold and guide.
I gently thrust again, truly fucking her mouth.
I pull out and lean over and slide my fingers into her pussy. I bring the wetness to my lips. My favorite flavor.
I gently thrust again, pull out and start to massage her tits. They are amazing. Quite honestly a perfect set.
I thrust halfway, giving her the ability to control the motion. I play between her pussy and tits while she sucks my dick and plays with my balls.
As I play with her clit, she moans around my cock. the vibration is subtle but amazing.
She takes her own fingers and touches her pussy, then her wet fingers go back to guiding my dick. I can feel the now lubricated finger resting against my ass. She pushes in and I thrust my fingers into her pussy in anticipation.
I cum, hard. She has an aftershock as I fill her mouth and my fingers play in her tingly pussy.
“Get up now” I command.
She has trouble wanting to move, but complies. She is dizzy from being almost upside down and from being spent.
I take her and direct her to stand, ass against me and lean over the bed. I force her body to curve up so that her ear is aligned with my lips.
I take my still hard, throbbing dick and slide into her till she has all of me, while I bite her neck. A move that takes practice and perfect timing, but feels amazing. Fight your bodies’ urge to melt after cumming into a wanting mouth.
I slowly pull out and sway with the rush of the blended orgasm.
All the way in again. Wait. pull out slowly.
I slam in again, move my hand to grab her throat.
out and one more I enter her fully, I move my other hand to her pussy. She chokes out a gasp.
I pick up the pace, my hand hard against her throat, kissing her shoulder, playing with her pussy.
I feel her body start to give out. I guide her forward to the bed, use one hand to hold myself up, slide back in her and reach around to give her tits some attention.
Now I am fucking full speed, full force. Every motion is giving my all.
I ask her if she can cum for me.
“oh yes baby, keep fucking me”
I go harder and faster till she starts to shudder again. She is cumin again, or maybe she never really stopped.
I slowly pull out and bury my face between her legs, so I can taste her again. She is so sensitive that she jerks away, but not before I get what I wanted. Her taste on my lips, her scent on my face.
I pick her up and lay her down on the bed, head on the pillow. Turn off the camera, clean up and crawl into bed with her.
“You will always be mine” I say and kiss her ear.
Plan A was hot.