This one is soft and sweet. It’s one of my earlier stories. Please Enjoy.
I came up from behind and wrapped my arms around her. She was leaning forward a bit, her slim fingers tapping away at the keyboard. I didn’t want to impede her typing, so I slid them under hers so that I could hug myself to her. I kissed her neck and nuzzled in a bit, then looked at the laptop’s screen. A familiar image was prominently displayed. I couldn’t help but grin.
“You just can’t stop looking at her, can you?”
“Does it bother you?”
“That depends. Do you love her?” She paused. I’d assumed that it would be a simple question with a simple answer. From behind her, I couldn’t see her face. As the moments passed, I began to feel concerned that our time together may have come to an end.
“Not in the same way I love you. I think it’s infatuation…a crush.”
I was glad that she couldn’t see my face and the sense of relief on it.
“Hmm…okay.” An idea began to form in my mind as I walked away. It took a week to get everything coordinated. When it finally came together, I made up an excuse and she left to run her errands by herself. I had to be quick, but I knew that it would be worth the effort. I was barely done when I heard the car pulling up. I ran to greet her.
“Welcome home, my love. Do you need help getting anything inside?”
Something in my face or posture betrayed me. She eyed me with a raised eyebrow. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re hiding something. What is it?”
“Nothing you should worry about. I was just thinking about a gift that I want to give you. That’s all.”
“Hmm…” She looked at me a bit longer. “Well, there’s a couple of bags in the trunk. Would you bring them into the kitchen?”
“Of course.” I quickly headed towards the car. She knew something was going on and I didn’t want to give it away. I retrieved the bags, brought them to the kitchen, set them on the counter, and we put everything away. “Why don’t you head to the living room and I’ll grab us something to drink.” She eyed me again, then headed to the living room.
I mixed her favorite drink, a vodka martini, extra dirty. I poured myself a glass of scotch and joined her in the living room. I set my drink on the end table and handed hers to her. As she took a sip, I grabbed her laptop and handed it to her. She looked at me questioningly.
“I just assumed you’d want to check in with her.”
“Are you sure this doesn’t bother you?”
“I love you and you love me. I know that you would never hurt me. I want you to have some fun with her online. I can wait.”
She smiled and set her drink down. “You, my love, never have to wait. Let’s go have some fun of our own.” She held out her hand to me. I took it and stood, quickly moving ahead of her as we walked to our bedroom. I didn’t want her to see my face or her gift too early.
I stopped outside the bedroom door and turned to kiss her. She returned my kiss, her arms wrapping around me and her tongue pushing into my mouth. I brought my hands up to caress her breasts. I love her breasts. She’s never been happy with them, but I’ve always thought that they were perfect. Still, it was time to move on to her surprise. I grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, intentionally moving slowly, lightly dragging my fingers up the pale skin of her ribs. Once the shirt passed over her face, I kissed her again while tugging it up and off. My hands did not rest, moving to unbutton her pants and pull them down over her slim hips. I knelt as I pulled her pants down, the palms of my hands sliding down her thighs as lightly as they had her ribs. I leaned in, mouth open, almost but not quite touching my lips to her panties. They were ocean blue with cream-colored lace adorning them. I breathed hot air at her and she stiffened some, her bulge becoming obvious, the head poking up above the waistband. I looked up at her face to see that her eyes were half-lidded, arousal evident on her face. She slid her arms behind her in that way that only women can and her matching bra fell away. I stood and she crushed her lips to mine.
When we came up for air, she grabbed at my clothing, trying to remove my shirt and pants at the same time. I grinned and pushed her hands away. Her eyes met mine and I could see the hurt. Ever since we’d come together, she’d had an irrational fear that I wouldn’t want to have sex with her. I tried to prove my desire for her at every chance I could leading to a very vibrant sex life.
“Close your eyes.” She did so, but the tiny tremors moving up and down her belied a bit of trepidation. “Cover them with your hands too.” Her shivering stopped almost completely.
“What are you up to?”
“Shh. Close your eyes and cover them with your hands. No peeking.” I put my hands on her shoulders and gently nudged her forward. I moved behind her, walked her into the room, and guided her to the seat that I had placed a few feet away from the bottom of the bed. It faced the headboard. “There’s a chair behind you. Sit.” It was a bit awkward, but I got her seated the way I wanted. “Keep them closed.”
I walked over to the nightstand and selected the recording I’d chosen. As soon as she heard the voice, she called out.
“What’s going on, love?”
“Keep them closed.” I grabbed a pillow and returned to her. “Spread your legs.”
“What? What are you…?”
“I said spread your legs. Do it. Now.” She slowly opened them. “Wider.” She spread them farther. “Wider.” She spread them all the way. “Good girl.” I put the pillow on the floor between her feet. I had a feeling that I’d be there for a while. I knelt down, slid my fingers along her thighs and took her cock into my mouth. She gasped loudly and I gave her a little flourish with my tongue. I let her go, keeping my hand firmly around her. “Open them.”
It was hard to explain the sound of her gasp. It was loud at first, then cut off partway through. Her voice was so soft and quiet. “Oh my god…”
“I hope you like it.” I took her back into my mouth. I very much enjoyed sucking her cock. The sounds she made, the shivers and twitches of her body, the taste of her come in my mouth. Some might have called me ‘gay’ or ‘faggot’ or even ‘a little bitch’. That only demonstrated their ignorance. She is a woman through and through. Her body is simply a little different than other women. Having her semen in my mouth was no different than a mouth full of vaginal fluid, though unfortunately, relatively few women actually could provide a mouth full of the liquid evidence of their pleasure. Her crush was one of those lucky women…a squirter…one of the reasons that I also found her provocative. There was an additional benefit to my love’s body: It was very easy to provide her with as much pleasure as she could endure…and then some. Being a dominant, it was also a fun, novel way to control her.
“I…what…how…I don’t…” I found myself amused at her confusion, so I pulled her into my throat to further add to it. The sound she made in response was somewhere between sharply sucking in your breath and a long, deep groan. She reached down and took my face between her hands. She pulled my face up to look at her and I took her in my hand. Her eyes shimmered, glistening as tears threatened to fall. “How…when…I can’t believe you did this.”
“Do you like it?” Her cock jumped in my hand in answer. I turned to look at the new artwork adorning the wall above the head of our bed. It was six feet wide, set behind acrylic, and incredibly striking. Her crush had let slip a picture. It was of the upper part of her face. Not enough to identify her, but enough to highlight her enrapturing eyes. I had it blown up nearly as wide as the bed itself and hung it on the wall above. Now, her gaze was cast across our entire bedroom, and, perhaps more significantly, our bed itself. “Watch her, my love, watch her watching you…and I will be her mouth.” I engulfed her beautiful cock with my mouth and began to provide her with every pleasure that I had learned to give her over the length of our relationship. She almost screamed when she gave forth her essence. I teased her with my tongue until she caught her breath and then I began again.
She has watched over us, her voice enfolding us, testifying to our love ever since. Perhaps my love finding her crush wasn’t a bad thing after all.
Aleson Alexander 