You better learn…
She didn’t even wait for an answer and moved to the kitchen table and pushed one of place settings out of the way and then turned back to look at me. She then reached back to undo her skirt and let it drop to the floor; stepping out of it, she then pulled down her panties and shifted herself up onto the table, and after kicking away her panties, spread her legs. Her intensity shifted slightly from anger to lust as she moved a hand to her pussy.
It was my turn to make dinner and I was working on something special when I heard the front door open and close abruptly. The sound of shoes hitting the floor with conviction were followed by angry footsteps.
“What an awful day! Just fucking awful!”
I looked at her; grey eyes looked back with a hot intensity — there was a moment I thought she would scream but instead simply whispered.
“I need you to do something for me honey. Here and now.”
“Of course.”
“I need you to fuck me hard; right here, right now”
She didn’t even wait for an answer and moved to the kitchen table and pushed one of place settings out of the way and then turned back to look at me. She then reached back to undo her skirt and let it drop to the floor; stepping out of it, she then pulled down her panties and shifted herself up onto the table, and after kicking away her panties, spread her legs. Her intensity shifted slightly from anger to lust as she moved a hand to her pussy.
“What are you waiting for? Get that cock out and fuck me.”
She gave me a slight smile as she watched me drop the the tea towel to the floor and move to loosen my belt — undoing my fly, I pushed down my underwear to expose my growing cock. I stroked my cock for a moment and watched her lips spread ever so slightly, and then I moved to her. I entered her hard and she pulled into me; with abandon, and like animals, we fucked. The sounds of fucking filled the kitchen, and as I came, I stared into grey eyes that now just wanted. As I pulled out, I couldn’t help but look down to see my cum spill onto the edge of the table and fall to the floor; it reminded me of white wax from a candle.
“I need more.” Her grey eyes were wild when I looked up and with measure she added, “Fuck me again and this time use your beautiful tongue until I cum.”
“But baby, I just came.”
Grey flickered with amusement.
“I’m not sure why that should matter and frankly at this moment I don’t care. I need that lovely tongue of yours to fuck me, and if you have a problem tasting your own cum, you better learn to get used to it.”
I just stared at her slightly confused. Her eyes softened.
” Look honey, the next month is going to just be awful and I will need your support — I will need your help, and I will definitely need that magical tongue”.
She placed her hands on the sides of my head, kissed me gently on the lips, shifted her legs slightly, and guided my face to her cunt.
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harder; softer; slower; faster
I would slowly make my way around your panties, eventually remove them, until there was nothing between my tongue and your clit. With only those words to guide me and my desire to pleasure you, I would have my way.
Eventually the curiosity got the better of her and she asked what was in the paper bag. She had resisted the temptation for a while but we both know she likes my gifts. I reached down and lifted the bag by its handles and set it on the table; reaching inside, I pulled out a box wrapped with a red paper and accented with a white bow. I moved the bag off the table and placed the gift beside the bottle of wine we had opened earlier.The light from the small candle reflected off the paper as she reached for it; she silently mouthed thank you. I encouraged her to open it as I reached for my wine and sat back to watch.
Disregarding my encouragement she studied the bow, the tight corners of the wrapping and the seams; her eyes tightened ever so slightly with curiosity. I watched her bring her glass to her lips, hesitate for a moment, and then take a sip. Setting the glass back down and leaving another soft lipstick impression, she reached for the package. She methodically removed the bow and with great concentration removed the tape without ripping the paper; there was a grace in her methodical approach. With the paper carefully folded on the table, she opened the box and pulled out an hourglass with black sand. She inspected it carefully with bright eyes and waited for an explanation.
“It’s for a game we can play. It’s called harder, softer, slower, faster. The game starts when you flip the hourglass.”
Her eyes shifted from the hourglass, and as she started to smile, she whispered, “Go on.”
“Well; you would be in a very comfortable position with only your favourite panties on surrounded and propped up with all those pillows you seem to like; you can even have a glass of wine in hand. You can only say four words until the sands run out; harder; softer; slower; faster”.
There was a hint of anxiousness as she raised the glass to her mouth and whispered, “Please continue.”
“For my part, I would start with a simple kiss on your lips and then slowly and methodically make my way over your breasts, your stomach and would part your legs every so gently until my tongue gently caressed your pussy through the fabric of your panties. I would slowly make my way around your panties and eventually remove them until there was nothing between my tongue and your clit. With only those words to guide me and a desire to pleasure you, I would have my way”.
When I looked at her, she was staring at me with glass in hand and said, “That’s a fucking great game; we should try out my new hourglass”
She stood up, picked up the hourglass and moved to the bedroom motioning me to follow. As I stood, I realized there was also a symbolism in the hourglass; I knew it was soon time for her to find her way, and sadly, knew her way would not include me.
Until that day, I would enjoy savouring her taste with hopes she remembers me with fondness.
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