It was a fun flirtation and a very sexy first date, but what I’ve enjoyed is that since that first date, he stops by my place nearly every morning on his way to work.
Its early, I’m asleep, but he comes in with orange juice and fruit and wakes me up by lying atop me. The first thing I feel is his mouth on the curve of my neck, he seems to know exactly when to suck and when to bite and as I am slowly dragged into consciousness, his hands move over my skin.
He pulls the blanket off my body and I’ve been known to shiver as that first sweep of cold invades my otherwise warm skin. His kisses soon move to my breasts, and by the time he finally takes my nipple into his mouth I’m awake and so wet, moaning and writhing beneath him. He slides down between my legs and tells me to spread them so he can see my pussy, and I usually tell him no.
Now that I’m awake, it’s a game. I know what he wants, but it’s about what I want now.
He scrapes his nails down my hips and asks nicer, tells me if I spread my legs for him, he’ll make me come.
I love the cologne he wears, its spicy, cloves maybe, but it seeps into my senses and takes roots. I sit partially up, grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. I move my palms along his cheek and cradle his neck and pull his mouth to mine.
I start kissing him and he moans and I love that. He moves, pulling me into his lap, but I throw my one leg around him so now I’m straddling him, but as I’m completely naked and exposed, I feel vulnerable.
He's hard, I can feel his cock on me through his jeans. I grind myself against him enjoying both the feel of his jeans abrading my clit and the look in his eyes that tells me I'm on top now. I tell him to take off his pants, but he says he has to leave for work soon.
I ask him if he wouldn’t rather be fucked first.
A laugh dies in his throat and his eyes go dark. He stares at me and I see the power play shift in his eyes, he tells me I only get to fuck him if he gets to eat me first.
So now we are at a stalemate.
I climb off his lap and move down the bed from him. I take the strawberries he’s brought and begin to slowly eat them. I thank him, spread my legs just enough that I know he can see my cunt, but not enough that it’s an invitation.
He lies on his stomach between my legs and pushes my thighs apart. He touches me and I feel that touch all the way through my body as he runs his finger along one side of my pussy. I grab his wrist, smile and tell him no. Then I follow the path he just took with my own finger.
It’s at that point that I can see it in his eyes, I can have anything I want... I just have to name it.
