So I’m not too weirded out when she tells me to shut up while she gives me awesome head, and I do shut up, because I know she’ll punish me if I disobey her. She’s get me so wound up that I can’t control myself. I’m learning to control myself.
Trust me, it’s difficult when you’ve got a hot blonde bent over your lap shoving your cock down her throat.
You know, I’ve never played much baseball. Never was my kind of sport. Me? I played soccer. Did a pretty good job, if you ask me. But I know a few things about baseball, a lot of which crosses over from other sports. No player goes into a game going “oh, I’m only going to run half the field.” I doubt that there are many baseball players who declare they’re never going to make it home, but most of those baseball players don’t have Kathryn Alison for a girlfriend—let alone a temporary wife. Because if they did? They would be more than happy to shoot for third base like this!
She told me I could talk if I sang her praises, right? Right.
“Holy shit, Katie.” I skirt the edge of pissing off a Domme calling her a pet name. I take my chances anyway. “They had no idea what they meant when they said this doesn’t count as consummating anything. Because holy hell.”
I know better than to thrust my hips. Partly because I know there’s no real end game here. She’s not going to let me between her legs. So I’ve gotta enjoy what I can get right here and right now. Plus, she’ll be happy if I relax and bask in the glow of her amazing skills. All of them. Including the teeth thing she does when she’s trying to edge me.
It has to be love when you have no problems letting a woman put her teeth on your dick.
I could sit here and give you all the nasty details about what’s going on down there. About how her throat constantly relaxes around my shaft, her tongue tracing every vein and swirling around my tip. I could tell you about the way she hums, the way she squeezes my shaft to hold me still as she bobs up and down on my length, completely comfortable swallowing my girth like it’s no big deal by now. I mean, I could tell you about how orgasmic I already feel, and I’m not even that close to coming—yet. How every cell in my body is relaxing as I sit here and count all my lucky stars because Kathryn chose me.
Instead, I’ll tell you about how beautiful she is.
Ask me five years from now, twenty years from now, and I doubt I’ll be able to say I’ve met a woman more beautiful than her. I don’t mean her body, although she is hot. The way her ass wiggles in those jeans as her knees fight for purchase on the couch is almost more enticing than what she’s doing with her head down there. Almost. The stunning cascade of golden hair falling all over my lap is the stuff fairy tales are made of. She’s a princess. She’s a queen. She’s a damned goddess bestowing me with gifts of untold bounty.
She’s my wife.
My breath freezes in my chest as I think this, my hand tentatively rubbing her back as she keeps working my cock with her mouth. Her lips wrap around my tip, her hand doing most of the work now. I know this routine well, if you can call it that. She’ll stop once she senses me on the brink of orgasm. She’ll wait until I calm down again, and then go back to what she was doing. Drawing out my pleasure. I sink my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and feel her silk underwear. I want her. I want her on her back, me on top of her, driving deep, deep into her as I look into her eyes and swear that she’s mine. I’ll then fuck her until she understands that.
That no matter what she calls herself, she is mine. I am hers too, of course, but mostly she is all mine. Whether she’s my girlfriend, my partner, my wife, doesn’t matter.
Is there any man who is as lucky as me? Who else can say they have a woman who is as good looking, as funny, as hardworking, as damn smart as Kathryn? Oh, and I guess she’s great in bed too. I mean, that’s not everything... it’s a plus...
“You still alive up there?”
I blink, the world coming back into focus. I briefly glimpse Kathryn’s fair face as she looks up at me, draped across my lap and acting like there isn’t a huge erection between her and me.
“Uh huh.”
“I’ve been thinking...” she begins, grinning. “Is it officially third base before you come? Or only afterward?”
“I have no idea, babe.”
Her fingers gingerly run the length of my shaft, and her smirk will make me pop before any other part of her can. “I’m pretty sure it’s as soon as I put my mouth on you, and I did. Quite splendidly, if I do say so myself.”
“Indeed.” I don’t dare ask if she intends to finish. That’s a guarantee that I’ll never get another orgasm from her again.