"I'm glad the day is done," I say, as I sit back in the couch and sigh with contentment. I raise the remote control and turn off the television.
Sitting at the end of the couch, you smile softly and hesitate, unknowing of my intentions. "Would 'now' be a good time to show you what I bought today?"
"Sure. I'd like that." I am pleased you remembered my earlier request.
"All right. I'll be right back."
"No rush, I'll make coffee."
"I can't help it. I want to rush," you say, grinning. I smile back warmly, enjoying your eagerness. You stand and walk from me, stopping by the low bookshelf. With a glance you confirm I am watching and smile to yourself. I nod as you light your aromatic candle. We decided a long time ago that lighting your candle meant you wanted to feel it.
Your submission to me.
You tip your head back and sniff the air, momentarily closing your eyes. You pinch your nipple and our eyes meet. "I'll be right back, Sir," you say, grinning.
"I'm looking forward to it."
You giggle and shake your head. "I hope you're not disappointed."
I smile to myself. You would look good in a Hessian bag. "I am never disappointed by my good girl."
Once made, I return to the sofa and place our steaming cups of coffee on the table and wait. Our timing is good and in moments you turn down the lights a little before entering the space in front of me. Mimicking a runway model, you stop and cock your hip, then turn and stride across in front of the raging fireplace. I nod and smile, watching you in appreciation. You stop and pivot, taking your 'hand on hip' stance once again. As a mock presenter, you pretend to hold a microphone and you speak in an unfamiliar tone, holding back your giggle.
"Cherie looks lovely in green pyjama pants with a little frog motif, complimented by a tank top. Note the thinness of the tank top, and Cherie's nipples showing right through. Perfect for the relaxed evening at home." 'Cherie' walks across in front of me, pirouettes and finishes with the now familiar 'hand on hip'.
"Looking lovely," I echo. You blush and hold your pose, wondering what might happen next. I sense the end of your 'show' and stand, walk toward you and clap lightly. "Lovely, my pet. Truly lovely."
Reaching for you, I take your hands in mine and lean down intimately, kissing your forehead. We smile at each other and I walk backwards, leading you to the sofa. Releasing your hands, I motion to a position directly before me, and say, "Stand here." I sit down and you stand where I indicate.
After a moment's silence, I speak. "Take off the pants." You do not hesitate. "Stand proudly, you are beautiful." You blush and straighten your back, smiling softly. I lean forward and hold out my hands for you to take. "Straddle my legs and sit."
You take my offered hands in yours and set one foot on either side of my legs, sitting down and opening yourself to me. I guide you into a comfortable position, smiling into your eyes and holding your arms out a little, admiring your beauty. I reach up to gently cup your face, kissing you tenderly, caressing your lips lightly with mine. You moan softly and close your eyes in pleasure as we kiss passionately.
I feel the soft touch of your fingertips about my waist and your tongue eagerly returning my kiss. I slide my right hand around behind your head and into your hair, taking hold and separating out mouths. "God, I've needed you, pet. I've been thinking about this all day." My smile fades, becoming much more serious, thrilling you to the core.
Gently I pull back on your hair, exposing your neck and hear you moan softly in anticipation. I hesitate then lean in, gliding the tip of my tongue down your neck to your collarbone. I kiss it and you shudder, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. Dragging my nails down your back and across your hip, I reach up and cup your breast, feeling your nipple press into my palm. You moan again, leaning into me.
Slowly I kiss my way back up your neck, enjoying the long beautiful trek back to your open mouth. You nibble softly on my bottom lip. I strike my tongue deeply into your mouth and swirl sensuously. You gasp, breathing hard and returning my kiss, holding me tightly at my waist. I break the kiss and look at you with passion in my eyes.
"Feel my cock," I whisper.
"Y... Yes, Sir," you mumble. Trailing your fingertips down my chest, you reach lower and smile as you run your fingers over it. "Mmmmm..."
"It's my cock. Say it."
"Your cock," you whisper, blushing. "Mmmmmm..."
"Keep still," I say, reaching between your legs and stroking through your slick hotness. "This is your pussy or your cunt. Say it."
You shudder and your blush deepens. "It... It's my pussy."
I grasp your nipple tightly, squeezing. "It's wet. Tell me it's wet."
"My pussy is wet." I roll your nipple softly and you moan. "Ohhh..."
"Good girl." I kiss you firmly again and slide my fingers back and forth over you. "My good girl..." I can hear you breathing unevenly, trembling, and trying not to move. "Move back and forth against my fingers." I hold my fingers still and watch as you tilt your hips and move your ass back and forth, stimulating yourself on my fingers. I pull them back a little, out of reach. "More?" I tease. You move your hips closer, searching for them. "You want them, don't you?"
"Y... Yes, Sir," you stammer.
With my hands on your thighs I lean back against the couch to watch you. "Slide two fingers into yourself." You wet them in your mouth then reach between your legs and push them slowly inside. "Don't move." You moan softly. "Deeper. Feel them." You close your eyes. "Feel how hot you are inside." You whimper softly. "This pussy is mine." You shudder. "Roll your hips at your fingers. Keep your fingers still." I lean forward and flick my tongue over your lips.
"God, Sir," you moan.
"Fuck your fingers." You start sliding them in and out. "Fuck them." You gasp, fucking them harder. "Push at them. Use your hips."
"Stop." You hold still and whimper softly. "Don't move. Slide them slowly out." You tremble as you do. "Good girl. I want you to pinch your nipple with your wet fingers."
"Which one?" you ask, your hand floating in mid-air.
"This one," I say, flicking it with my pointed finger. You bring your fingers to your nipple and grasp it tightly. Your mouth opens and your eyes close. Your head falls back. "So pretty." I take your wrist in my hand, dragging your fingers from your nipple, bringing them to my mouth. "Mmmmmm," I murmur as I suck them. Sliding them from my mouth, I say, "Look into my eyes," and you do. "I am going to love eating you." You shiver with excitement, watching me with a heated smile. "Oh, you like that idea, do you?" I ask, smiling.
You laugh softly and whisper. "Yes, Sir."
Grinning, I tease, "Well, you'll have to be good then." You nod eagerly then giggle. I watch you blush more. "You're such a dirty girl."
You laugh softly and protest. "Not usually."
"Ha! We'll see about that." I smile and watch as your eyes sparkle and you nod again. You know I am right. "Look." I nod at your crotch and you look down.
"I'm so wet," you whisper, astonished. Our eyes meet. I speak to your soul.
"There is nothing in the world I want more right now than to feel your hot breath on my cock." You lick your lips, eyes smouldering. "So I am going to stand. And you are going to kneel." I look you up and down. Your nipples are like pebbles. Hard as rocks. Shadows from them fall across your breasts.
"Please? I am not asking you." You swallow. "Get on your knees, dirty girl." You almost hurry, pulling your favourite cushion under you. I lean down and kiss you, then stand up, unbuckling my belt. I look down on you and smile. "You are so beautiful." I slide my belt from my jeans and thread it loosely around your neck, slipping it through its buckle. I hold the end of it in my hand. "What are you waiting for?" I ask, grinning.
Trembling, you eagerly reach for the button on my jeans, undoing it and drawing down the fly. You hook your fingers in the pockets and draw them down, your eyes watching as my cock springs forth. Helping me step out of them, you smile impishly and lean forward, breathing hotly along the length of my cock. "Mmmmmm..." I moan. You smile up at me and extend your tongue, brushing it lightly over the tip. I run the fingers of my free hand through your hair, then tighten them. "Look up at me." You do. "Do you know how amazing you are?" Your eyes smile. "Bite me gently." I feel your teeth so softly. "Show me your passion."