Lunchtime With You

Rainy day.
Morning text.
   Good morning.
Hi honey how are you?
   Sleepy.
It’s the rain.
Rainy days are good for sleep
   They’re also good for blow jobs.
Ok when is your lunch break?
   12 thirtyish.
Mine is 1245.
   Ok

At 1:00
you knock
on my open door
I smile,  wave you in.
How much time do you have?
   Not a lot
So let’s not waste it
Come here.

The kissing
is immediately
Hot
Deep
Wet
It is need.
It is want.
It is lust.
And somehow
it is also
romance and
love.

My hands are in your hair.
Your teeth are on my neck.
I’m panting.
You’re grabbing my ass.
We are still
in the doorway
   Let’s go
   I want you on the bed
No hesitation.  
I take you by the hand and
lead you to my room.

You strip
your clothes off
along the way,
pull my shirt off me
as you push me
face down and
drag my pants off then
smack my ass
repeatedly
until I groan
and relax
in submission and
then
you flip me over,
lean towards my pussy…

Stop.
We don’t have time
for that.
Let me give you
what you came here for.
   You wanna blow me?
    I’m not saying no to that.
You are on your back
in a heartbeat and
I am on you
in less than a breath
running my tongue
down your length
and back up before
drawing you into my mouth.
Fuck.
I missed the taste of you.

But we are short on time.
So I work you quickly.  
   Don’t make me come yet.
I look up.
   You look so pretty
   with my cock in your mouth.  
    Wanna see?
I glance up
to see your phone
in your hand and
I stop.
No.
That’s not a chance
I’m willing to take.
You put the phone down
this time.
I know we will revisit this
Another day.

But today,
I swirl you.
Lick your slit.
And sink you
into my throat then
pull back.
Work your tip.
Twist you
one way
with my hand
the other way
with my mouth.
   Fuck it.
   I’m not stopping you.
   Make me come but
   Don’t swallow it all.
I look up again,
fake annoyed.

I like swallowing.
And you know it.
But I can share so
I focus on
mouth fucking you
with my hand wrapped
around your base,
keeping you shallow
so when you come
I can swallow slowly
and save some for you.

It doesn’t work.
You thrust deep,
hold my head,
and shoot.
I hum my pleasure,
then pull back.
Try to save some.
Try to milk more
out of you.
But you are too sensitive
and pull back
    Oh my god stop.
    I’m done, I can’t.
I laugh
and swallow
almost all of it
and kiss you.
Thought you weren’t gonna
stop me?
I lay next to you
feeling happy
and satisfied
and safe.

My phone dings.
It’s her.
   Hi sweetie.
   What’s for dinner?
Whatever you want.
I talk-text back,
I just had a smoothie
for lunch.
I wink at you and

You chuckle.  
Tell me I’m bad.
Kiss my forehead
and get up
and walk
to my bathroom
naked
and I love
that you’re that
comfortable
with me.
You clean up,
get dressed
to go back
to work.
For once
you aren’t going
back
to her.

At my doorway again,
our kisses are gentle.
Thank you for lunch.
   Sweetheart,
   I’ll make you lunch
   like that
   anytime.
Yes, please.
See you later,
For dinner.