Long Awaited

I've never been asked that before. I'm always the one whose orgasms are controlled. I'm the sub.

I take half a second to stop licking him and breathe out "Of course," before I greedily swallow him up again. He thrusts with me, and we move in unison. He thrusts. I suck. He scratches my head and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. I groan around his cock, drooling and grinding, the fire in my loins and my heart giddy with love and ecstasy.

Within a few minutes, he's panting. I hear him say "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" And then I taste him. His seed fills my mouth and covers my tongue, a small amount dripping out down his shaft. I slide my mouth up his shaft, careful not to lose any more, I want every precious drop. I swallow his load.

"Mmmmmm," I take him back up in my mouth and hear him gasp. I know he's done, but I want to clean him up, and I just love having him in my mouth.

"Oh fuck," he says. He sits there, panting, fingers tangled in my hair. "That was amazing. Energy levels: 15 percent. You've drained me."

"Good," I say, smiling, and I sigh. "I'm happy."

"You're happy?" He says, laughing.

"Yeah," I smile, my head on his belly. "You make me happy."

I will remember this night.

We lay there, simply content being together.

"I have to go to sleep. You've exhausted me," he says. "You should come to bed, too."

"I can't," I say, turning to look at him. "I have to bake a cake."

"You're crazy. Crazy woman!"

I sit up and smile at him. He smiles back at me, and I melt.

I love him.

Have I mentioned I love him?

I love him.

"Good night, sleep tight," I say, as I head up the steps to my room.

First, masturbation. Then, it's time to bake a cake.