By the time I walked through the door from a long day at work she was already snuggled under a blanket on the couch. A small fire burned in the fireplace and the large pile of ashes told me that she had been there for a while. There has been a lot of tension at her office lately and her days felt longer than the eight-hour minimum. The new boss, a crackdown on the Internet, and a new office manager had made her life tough over the past few weeks.
But I still smile every time I see her. Tonight was no exception. She looked up at me and asked me what I was smiling about and all I could do was walk over and kiss her. Her lips had been warmed by her mug of hot chocolate and I smelled a hint of cinnamon on her tongue as we allowed our kisses to deepen and our lips to soften.
"How are you doing today?" I asked between kisses
"Janice is being Janice,” she said between breaths, "so that should tell you enough."
"Well then," I whispered as my hand lifted the blanket just a little, "we won't think about it."
She playfully slapped my hand away and told me that I needed to wash up from the long drive and being on the bus. I love commuting via mass transit but her
molysomophobia always came to the fore when I got home. She spent too much time worrying about the germs I might be sitting next to on the bus.
I told her all I did was sit in the back, by myself, thinking about her and trying not to cum in my pants, but I still had to wash up.
I stood up and walked across the living room and under the arch into the kitchen. The mess of the day was still out but I knew that this was not the right time to tease her about her housekeeping skills. As the warm water ran over my hands I called out to her, "Have you eaten dinner yet sweetheart?" I waited for a response but there was none. I turned off the water and grabbed a fresh towel printed with daisies and a blue checkerboard pattern that had been a gift from my sister when we moved in together.
"If you're going to be living in sin," she said, "you might has well have clean hands."
I hung the towel back up on the handle of the stove and turned back to the couch. Her blanket was there but she was not and I heard soft noises coming from the bedroom.
"Do you want me to join you?" I shouted down the hallway
"Yes please." Her voice was soft and sexy and inviting.
"I’ll be right in, I just want to straighten up a little bit first."
"You had better hurry." She called back. "I'm not going to last much longer."
I straightened the kitchen counters, put away the remnants of dinner, and filled the left side of the sink with hot water so the dishes could soak overnight. It looked like she had fixed her signature lasagna, but then I found the
Souffer’s box in the trash and laughed to myself. Turning off the lights I looked around the home we shared and was filled with the contentment that I did not expect.
The house fell into darkness as I made my rounds turning off lamps and lights. I banked the fire and closed the gate so that any stray embers would be safely contained. My body began to stir as I thought of the many nights we had spent in front of that fire on the floor beneath my feet, wrapped in thick winter blankets or naked with glistening skin warmed purely by the flames of the fire.
The stairway to the bedroom at the back of the house was dark. I walked quietly up the stairs avoiding the handrail that's had squeaked since the day we bought the house, and probably for the 60 years before that. On the top landing I stopped and looked out the window at the freshly fallen snow. I never imagine myself living in the South, but her lilting accent and southern hospitality had won me over. I put my hand against the glass and felt the chill of the air outside. My other hand began undoing the buttons on my shirt as I stepped into the bedroom.
She had made it to the bed, but barely. Her silk winter pajamas lay on her dressing table chair, a Louis XIV knockoff we found while furniture shopping in West Virginia last summer. She lay on her stomach with a soft glow of the bedroom light highlighting the soft curves of her diminutive frame. I was surprised to see that she still had her panties on but that was it. The deep blue silk disappeared between the cleft of her ass and her upper body was hidden in the blankets. She had fallen asleep while crawling into bed and I grinned ear-to-ear.
She works herself so hard and serves so many people that she barely has time for herself.
I quickly, and quietly, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I undressed and approached the bed, wondering what to do with her. Her left knee hung off the edge of the bed while her right knee, further on top, kept her from slipping off completely. The position exposed her to me and I could not help but look. At 5’6”, she was the perfect complement to my 5'10". I told her it was good for kissing, that she could look up adoringly into my eyes while I grabbed her ass. I stood over her in the darkness as I felt my erection grow.
Looking down over her I remembered many of the times I had her bent over this very bed. I remember the times were she screamed into the duvet, trying to hide the primal need that escaped her ruby lips. I reached out and stroked her right cheek as it turned into her upper thigh and down to the back of her knee.
She stirred in their sleep and crawled of further onto the bed, unaware that I was the one tickling her bare skin in whatever dream she was spinning. Fully on the bed now and on her stomach, she presented her ass to me in sleepy subservience. It was almost a learned behavior at this point. She would crawl on the bed, face down, and offer herself to me.
Was it habit, a playful gesture, or ritual that we both enjoyed? Standing at the end of the bed I would ask her to assume the position. Her naked breasts would be hidden in the soft comforter and she would lift herself to her knees and spread her cheeks for me. I would lean close to examine what was given to me freely.
"Wider please." And she would readjust her fingers pull herself wider until her pink cleft and her puckered star were open for my inspection.
Sometimes I would leave her there for many moments, waiting for my touch or my word. Sometimes I would kneel behind her and bend down and worship her sphincter with my tongue. Long deep strokes that aroused us both as I worshiped at the altar of her ass.
After I felt she was sufficiently attended to, I would apply a small amount of lubricant to her skin and insert the trainer of my choice.
Sometimes it was the little one, just to give her a sense of my control. When I felt she needed more reminding, I would pick the largest of the three.
If she had been appropriately compliant I would use an extra application of lubricant. If she had been defiant, however, it went in hard and thick and big and it stretched the walls harshly and reminded her that she was mine.
There were days when punishment was appropriate, where she had been unwilling to please me in the most simple ways. Days were she insisted on selecting her own clothing for work. Days when her hands remained on top of her desk during our phone calls, days when she was not prepared to accept my ownership.
Those were the days I laid my hands on her and reminded her of what she wanted. When I wrapped my hands firmly around her neck and pressed her back into the bedroom and onto our bed where she had promised to serve me always. Those were the days when I was not her lover but I was her owner and she was my whore.
I came out of my reverie as she coughed in her sleep and rolled over. Now on her back she stretched long and lean in her sleep. Her full breasts sat firm and at attention on her small frame.
Enjoying the sight of my lover sprawled on our bed covered by mere scrap silk, I allowed my cock to harden fully. Stepping over to her dressing table I found a small pair of scissors and crawled back on the bed. She stirred slightly from the shifting weight on the mattress but stayed asleep. Kneeling between her legs and bending over her
I took the scissors and quietly snipped the waistband of her panties allowing them to fall open.
Her shaved cunt was exposed before me and I moved closer with my knees and spread her thighs. Her light pink lips gently peeled apart and opened for me. I bent down and gently kissed the hood over her clitoris and took a gentle taste. I felt my cock twitch.
Assuming a push-up position I hovered over her body and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Soft and full, her breast filled my mouth as my tongue began to swirl around her rapidly hardening flesh. I allowed my hips to settle in on top of her and she welcomed to me by spreading her thighs wider and wrapping her ankles around the small of my back.
"I waited for you as long as I could." She said sleepily
"I got here as soon as I could." I said.
"You would rather do dishes than be with me?" She said smiling with sleepy eyes. She wrapped her legs further around me and shifted her hips in such a way to bring my head in contact with her wet lips. "You'd rather rinse cereal bowls than fuck me?" She began grinding her pubic bone against the tip of my cock
"Would you really rather turn off the lights and lock the door than feel my cunt swallowing your cock?" She ground hard against my shaft but did not allow me entrance as I began to move with her.
“Would you really rather arrange the living room pillows than fill my ass with cum?”
She stretched her arms high over her head as she arched her back and pulled my head, my lips, my tongue, to her left breast. "You'd rather taste toothpaste than this?" And she forced her nipple back between my teeth.
I captured her wrists in my hands and pinned her to the bed with my weight. I dropped my hips low and shifted them to press against the soft folds of her lips. "I wanted you to wake up to a clean house." I pulled my hips back.
“I wanted you to enjoy breakfast." I whispered as I pressed my cock deep into her cunt. I ground in, savoring the first moment of penetration. She arched her back again and thrust her hips to take my size.
"Oh Fuck me." She ground.
"Say it again" I replied. "Beg me for it."
She ground her hips into mine, impaling herself deeper on my shaft and wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Please Fuck me.."
Our rhythm came quickly and naturally as I felt my body moved in and out of her silky perfection. We kissed hungrily as times as we fought for dominance. I felt her heels dig into my back as she sought for leverage to pull me deeper.
I felt it first, and then heard, the change in her voice as her orgasm approached. I had heard it many times before. In person and over the phone I loved it every time. Her chest tightened and her voice picked up its cadence until it crashed over her and I drove in deep and fast.
"Talk to me,” I insisted. "Tell me what you want, tell me what you feel."
"Oh Fuck I’m coming, oh shit, oh shit, it feels so good, it's just right. Don't stop."
"Don't stop what?" I said with a teasing my voice.
"Never stop fucking me." She came again and whimpered as the pain shot through her pussy, the pain of climax and orgasm and release.
She was gasping for air underneath me and I lifted myself off her to relieve the pressure. With a quick shift of her hips I was out of her and my body felt lost without her enveloping me.
"I'm not finished yet." I said.
She shifted to her hands and knees and buried her face in her pillows.
"Do it." She spread her cheeks wide.
I knelt up behind her, knowing what she wanted, knowing what she craved at this very moment. There were times when we kissed and made love then fell asleep in each other's arms, these were the sweet and tender times. But nights like tonight where she had been waiting by the fire for me to come home and take her, she had a deeper need.
I bent over and attacked. Her skin was warm and wet with orgasmic shine. I licked her ass with long deep strokes and small poking intrusions. I was so hard for her and she knew that I wanted this as much as she did. I slipped my cock deep inside her pussy and drew it out with all the lubrication I would need. I took her by the hips, positioned her, and pressed in.
The tight muscles of her anus were resistant at first but I knew she wanted me. She wanted me to take her, to own her, to take what was mine and what she wanted to give. I felt my cock slip in deeper. Tight, dark, warm, my cock was the perfect fit for her ass. I pressed in deeper as I pulled her hips back to mine. I could feel her hand on her clit, masturbating as I fucked her. It was a vision and a sensation I could barely resist.
I knew I would not last long.
I too had been thinking about this moment all day; during meetings, as I went to lunch, as I sat with my boss discussing the third-quarter results, all I did was think about my lover’s ass.
I felt her around me I felt her body tighten against me as her orgasm began to grow. I pulled myself all the way out and she whimpered and I knew she wanted me back inside quickly and roughly. I pressed back in, the walls of her ass tightening around me again as her fingers went over and over her clit and small quick circles she wanted, she wanted me to come, she wanted me to come in her ass, she wanted me to fill her
"Ask for it."
"Please baby, please fuck me, cum in me, please, please, cum for me, cum in my ass.”
I thrust harder and her fingers flew.
Her orgasm started and we came together. She came hard on my cock, I felt the muscles clench and twitch and pull herself onto me deeper as I thrust and released and filled her.
Lost in the haze I don't know when we actually stopped or how long we had been asleep, I only knew that when I awoke, she was in my arms, smiling, and I vowed never to leave.
