Simple Pleasures

He pushed the coffee table out of the way and sat down.

That look, that hooded gaze that made my stomach clench, I think I wanted this more than he did.

Not thinking, I slid to my knees and crawled across the floor to him, a slight tug of a smile on his face his only reaction.

I ran my hands up his thighs and over the growing bulge in his pants, leaning close my hot breath rewarded with a knowing twitch below.

There was no teasing, I wanted him, badly, all week I had thought about it, made myself wet, but not allowed to cum without him.

Reaching up I unzipped him, removing pants and dispensing with boxers.

I threw him a small glance and smiled, sweeping small warm hands along his length, I felt a rush as he hardened further.

He groaned as his balls twitched in my mouth as I licked and sucked, his thigh tensing under my hand as I ran my tongue lower then all the way back up, meeting my other hand wrapped around his cock sliding up and down slowly.

I flicked my tongue beneath his head and he growled and shifted in his seat. I couldn't wait any longer to have him in my mouth; I slid him down my throat, desperately wanting to take more of him to hear his sounds of pleasure.

Up and down, over and over.

His hands formed fists on his thighs as I pulled away, my hands taking the place of my mouth.

"Don't fucking stop," as he pushes me back down his cock, one hand in my hair my hands now braced on his thighs.

Tears form in my eyes as I try to take him further down my throat, my need to please him, I squeeze my own knees together as I get wetter and wetter pleasuring him.

"I'm close, don't stop, I'm going to fucking come," My pussy twitches in response as I fill my mouth with him, he growls making me moan around him as I swallow all he can give me.

He sits back as I kiss his length, I am breathing hard and on the edge.

"Good girl," I kissed his head, his thighs, before resting my head on his knee.

"Thank you, Sir," He brushes his fingers through my hair.

"You're welcome."