He’d only gotten in from work the poor thing. Smiling, a little dishevelled. I was lying stretched out on the sofa reading a book. I did make him tea and allowed him to smoke. I could tell he was pleased to be home as he flung his coat off which landed halfway down the stairs. I had the couch pushed up close to the open fire, some psytrance playing in the background. Once he’d completed his usual routine, he locked the front door.
I found him standing there in front of me, almost expecting me to undress him, or at least giving me the opportunity to. I didn’t give him time to doubt me, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and flinging them on the floor hard with his underpants, he removed his jumper and t shirt and I pushed him down onto the sofa. There he sat in all his naked loveliness, soft, pale skin, long hair, rich blue eyes looking at me wantonly. I stroked his body with the back of my hand, feeling its warmth and softness. I love his skin. It’s my biggest addiction.
He moaned gently. I positioned him so that he was spread out for me and I could touch him where I wanted to without his interference. He accepted the position, lying there like a little doll, looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I spent a long time stroking his thighs, pressing my hands tightly together and using it to push his cock inside them, I stimulated as much of his balls as I could, feeling them slip around my hand as I teased him. He moaned when I brought him close. He’d admitted that he’d spent a lot of his work day fantasising about me. I could tell that I wasn’t going to get much more out of him. After edging him 5-6 times, I grabbed his cock and used it violently and hard to get him off very fast. He lay there moaning and panting. He’d cum hard, it was all over his chest, belly, my arm, my dress. I smiled at him and kissed him.
After cleaning up, we sat down and had a smoke and played a bit of path, ordered pizza, watched some TV, played some more path and then I suggested that we go downstairs. I wanted my turn…
He followed me down obediently, putting the light on and getting into the right position. We lay there chatting for a bit. I could feel his little wandering fingers caressing my body. I was so sensitive and he, so gentle, it was hard not to get tickled. I positioned myself on my back and let him continue. He slid his hand in between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I could feel his little fingers working their magic and I lay back and began to think about his cock, what it might be doing now, if he was enjoying pleasuring me and if it was making him hard.
I removed my panties. He tried to tease me with gentle strokes but I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand harder against my pussy, looking down at him to ensure he knew he wasn’t allowed to be too gentle. I saw a meek little smile and I let him continue. My body swirled with sensation, he rubbed me in a different way for a while and then changed as I was getting close, I experienced a lot of new feelings as he experimented with pleasuring me.
I was soaking. It felt amazing, but it felt amazing because it was him doing it. Every single thing he did felt amazing. I wanted to cum so badly. I thought back to earlier when I had him held at my mercy, imagined his little face looking up at me, the noises he made, the feeling of power I get when I control his cock like that, take hold of his orgasm. All of a sudden, I came, it rushed through my body like a tidal wave. I almost blacked out. It lasted for what felt like about 20 minutes. Every time I moved any part of my body, I could feel it spreading to a new part of me. After cuddles, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep…