Doing Dishes

Doing Dishes

I don’t realize you’ve come into the room as I stand at the sink doing dishes. When your arms come around me I let out a startled gasp and drop the coffee cup I was rinsing.

I feel your breath against my ear as your hands reach up to cup my breasts. Your thumbs rub across my nipples as you whisper in my ear “Want some?”. A simple question and my knees go weak, my eyes close and I moan out load as my head comes to rest on your chest.

Your hands are moving now – even through my clothing I can feel the heat. Sliding across my belly, your fingers splayed out wide and pulling me back against you – I feel your hardness at my back.

As your fingers reach my hips you move them outwards, brushing my thighs and opening me to your touch. Heat pools in my center and I can feel the hot liquid flowing from my core.

Your right hand reaches down to cup me, pulling up and stroking me through my clothes. A shudder passes through me as I moan your name and beg you to bring me release. I am not in control though and my fever only increases your sense of power – causing you to tease me into submission.

Your right hand fondles my center while your left cups my breast, your thumb and forefinger deftly tweaking my nipple as it peaks and hardens at your touch. Your tongue brushes my ear, then follows a trail of slow, light kisses across my neck, ending with a nibble on my shoulder.

My knees give out and I reach behind me, grabbing your ass and pulling myself against you for support. I can feel your hardness pushing at my back – so strong and hard. I need to touch you – to taste you, to feel your hardness pulsing against the roof of my mouth. I am begging you now – licking my lips in anticipation.

You turn me in your arms and go down to your knees in front of me. In one swift movement I am out of my clothes and helpless against your pursuit.

Your hands are back at my thighs now – pushing me back against the counter and spreading me open. I feel your tongue caressing my inner thigh, making a slow, deliberate path to my swollen core.

Your kisses are light, just touching the surface and driving me to madness. I grip the countertop – knuckles turning white as the heat washes over me and your tongue finally slips in. You press it flat against my greatest need and stroke me ever so gently until I cry out your name “PLEASE!”.

You work slowly – bringing me excruciating pleasure and pushing me to the very edge. Your tongue circles my clit, then you lick with the full width of your tongue from top to bottom, inserting yourself deep inside me. Each time your tongue enters me another wave of heat courses through me. I cannot take much more.

You rise up from your knees to kiss me, your tongue dancing with mine, mimicking what I most want and need. I can taste myself on your lips, sweet and heady. The scent of my musk mixed with your all male scent makes me want you even more.

I reach down to touch you. Your jeans are bulging, the head of your cock trying to escape. I stroke you through your jeans, gripping you and running my fingers down his length. Mmm – he is so hard – I want to taste him.

I pull your shirt over your head – needing to feel your body, the maleness of you. My tongue reaches out to lick your nipple, suckling at you like a newborn at his mother’s breast. You taste of sweat, your scent all male - your musk making me dizzy with desire.

My hands are in your waistband now, tugging at the first button. You let out a groan as I release the first button. Kissing and licking my way down that glorious strip of hair I call “The treasure trail” – I seek out what I need. Another button done and I begin to moan.

You lean back against the counter now, your eyes closed, your hands caressing my head and urging me downward. I go to my knees and begin kissing you through your jeans. You are on fire – the heat of your desire reaching me even through the thick denim.

I release the final buttons, tugging the restrictive clothes from your body. Your arousal is now in front of me – hard and erect – jutting out from your body like a spear. I lick my lips in anticipation, moaning out loud my pleasure at the feast before me.

I reach out with my tongue to taste you, licking all around the head of your arousal, tasting the drop of liquid oozing from the tip. You taste so good – so male.

I take your hard, pulsing tool in my mouth, licking the juice from the tip, swirling my tongue around the swollen head and swallowing you whole. My fingers gripped at the base of your shaft, as I slide my mouth over you.

I glide my tongue down your shaft, licking your balls and taking your full sac in my mouth. While I suck and lick your balls, my hand slides up and down, rubbing your shaft. I need to feel you in my mouth again and slide back up with my tongue pressed flat against you, from the base all the way back up to the tip, then locking my lips around you I take you in. My mouth is hot, warm and wet. You moan and put your hands on the back of my head, threading your fingers in my hair.

Your hands guide me up and down – my tongue raking over your shaft and swirling around the head of your glorious cock as I become more and more intoxicated. Each time you hit the back of my throat I feel pulsing between my legs – making me insane and pushing me to the brink of orgasm.

Your hands are twisting my hair now as you gently guide me across your cock. I suck harder now, pulling all I can from you as I glide back to the head, sucking gently at the tip, then sliding back down until I cannot take another inch. I rub the head of your cock against the roof of my mouth, while my tongue strokes your shaft. You let out a sound from deep inside that sounds like a satisfied growl. When you speak your voice is unsteady, as if you are out of breath, you manage to moan, “Oh, yes – like that – suck it baby, make me come.”

You are near the edge now, your hands making fists in my hair, pushing me farther. My lips grasp you tightly and pull you in, sucking hard on the way back up. I hear you catch your breath as you grab my head, forcing me down as far and hard as you can. You moan deeply, “Oh, yes….”, your eyes closed and head thrown back as you release your seed.

Your cum is so hot on my tongue, thick and creamy as I swallow all you offer. As the last spasm shakes you, I slide my tongue back up to the head and lick the remaining drops from him – unable to get enough. I want to consume you, your hardness intoxicates me, making me yearn to feel him deep inside me – taking me to the edge of sanity and beyond.