Anything He wants

I awoke later, to hear the shower, and see the light streaming from the bathroom. I crept to the door. I wanted to see him naked. Okay, and I wanted to ask him, why?

It was a shower curtain with geometric designs that you could barely see through, but you could see the person. I walked over, dropping my gown to the floor. I pulled the curtain back to find him leaning against the wall, tugging at his manhood.

“Sir?”

He smiled. “Morning, little blue bird.” “May I?” My eyes drifted to his dick.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

His hand extended to me, helping me into the tub. I squatted before him, and his cock gave me a little wave. My hands rested on his thighs as my lips took the tip inside, like a kiss.

“Yes, beautiful,” he groaned.

Not the best way to ask a question, with your mouth full of cock, but I had to admit, it was beautiful. It was perfect. I’d never seen anything like it before. It was bright pink at the tip and what remained of his cock was almost translucent, his skin was so fair. I could see the green and purple veins; my tongue followed the ridges back to his sac. I took one ball inside my mouth, moaning as I sucked on it. His hand stroked my head as I switched to the other side. I was getting into it. As I lapped my way back up to the tip, salty pre-come met my tongue.

My tongue darted out and into the hole, wishing to taste more of him. My hand gripped his shaft, and I began my dance with his dick, slightly twisting the silky sleeve of skin over the hardened rod, as I bobbed my head back and forth, consuming over half of his cock. My tongue glided up and down the back, curled in a suction cup. Hmm, I loved giving head.

His fist pounded on the wall, and it startled me; I pulled back. He pushed me back toward his dick. “I’m close, don’t stop,” he said, his breath ragged.

I hadn’t noticed he was so close. I moved my other hand to his balls, and I tugged gently while I continued my oral motions.

“Ffff-uck! Yes, girl. I’m coming!”

His dick became ridged, and it jolted slightly before his come spurted out into my mouth. I waited and lapped at the sensitive spot below the head, to trigger more, while I pulled on his scrotum.

“Oh, God dammit!” he wailed, and put both hands on the shower wall.

I made sure to clean him up, and looked up at him, full of pride.

“Good girl, little one.” He clutched his chest as he attempted to catch his breath.

Those words made me melt. I stood up in front of him and kissed him gently on the lips; he pulled me against his body. His chest was rising and falling, pressing into my breasts.

His lips caressed mine, then moved down my neck in gentle, and then harsher nibbles. Every hair on my body reacted, and my nipples stood up, demanding attention. My hands held onto his shoulders for support, as my knees grew weak. I moaned, as his lips and tongue met that spot on my neck.

He yanked my head harder by gripping my hair, and the force caught my breath. My eyes opened, and I watched his passion being poured over me, his eyes were closed as he devoured my flesh. He turned off the shower, and we stumbled out of the tub together. He sat me on the sink, my wet locks pressed against the steamed-up mirror, and his bites moved down my breasts to my nipples.

“Oh!” I cried out as he clamped down hard on one, and repeated the delicious torture on the other.

His hand was moving at a rhythm all of its own, thrusting fingers, and rolling my sensitive button.

“Mmm, mmm,” I moaned, rocking my head back and forth.

When his lips touched my pussy, the heat immediately jumped ten degrees, and I was almost uncomfortable with the need.

My hand took the back of his head, as his tongue snaked inside me. His hands kneaded my breasts, and slid back down, following my curves.

“Sir, that feels so good,” I groaned. I wanted him, though. I wished I could feel him inside me again.

As his lips sucked on my clit, I had that all too familiar feeling, and his fingers pulsed once more inside me. I was losing consciousness of where I was, spreading my legs further, and pulling his head harder. I needed more of him. I couldn’t get enough.

“Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!” I screamed in delirium.

The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me.

“Oh, thank God,” I said breathlessly.

He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear.

“Come for me, bluebird.”

My head fell back, slamming against the mirror as the orgasm shook my entire body ruthlessly. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered as he released my mouth. My pussy convulsed for a few minutes afterward, and I didn’t even remember him carrying me back to bed.

My eyes fluttered open to him kissing me on the forehead. “See you later. Dinner, little one.” “Yes, sir,” I managed to say groggily.

I slept for most of the day. He was a contractor and said he had to travel a lot for work. I woke and swore at myself for sleeping so long. I ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I applied my make-up and put my dress on. I dried my hair and, as I was putting in my earrings, he waltzed in the door.

“Hi, sir!” I said excitedly.

He looked grumpy. Not like I normally saw him, and all I wanted to do was change that.

“Sorry, I have to work. No dinner tonight,” he grumbled. He sat and pulled his laptop out.

“We can order some room service.”

I knelt beside him and began to untie his leather shoes, pulling them off. I moved up to sit on his lap, but he gave me an uninviting look. I loosened his tie and pulled it over his head.

“Let me get this off you.” I tugged at his jacket. As sexy as it was on him, I knew he had just endured a long day.