Today was the first time he said it. Those three words that everyone yearns to hear. Those three words that God created the entire universe for. Those three words that Jesus died for us for. Three words that a man would risk it all for. Those three words that changes a life – my life – forever.
It started with a text that stated, “Wish you would take a late lunch and come bang me out.” It’s been over two weeks since I’d seen him due to travel and work. Too long to be away from him. My body yearned to be next to his. The anticipation grew once the gray bubbles appeared toward the bottom left of my phone screen. “I’ll be off at 4. I can come when I get off.” 2:53p. One hour and seven minutes, I thought to myself. I needed to “get ready” and quickly. My eating habits over my vacation break sure as hell didn’t make this an easy task, but I accomplished it. After all, my future husband was about to come and rearrange my furniture. Some preliminary dusting needed to be done, if you catch my drift.
“I’m here.” 4:52p. I was greatful for those precious 52 minutes of extra prep time. And, unknowningly, he’s grateful too. I met him downstairs at the front door. Opening the door felt like opening the door to heaven. The blaze of the sun, or the light of his smile, caused him to radiate with light. He’s the most beautiful structure I’ve ever laid eyes on. In what seemed to be one big motion, I jumped and threw myself around him, embracing his warm, sun-blazed body. He was warm, and that warmth sent a comfort through my body unlike anything I’ve ever felt. “I’ve missed you!” The words poured from my lips before I could even process them. “I’ve missed you, too.” He said, still smiling.” I didn’t want the embrace to end.
We slowly walked upstairs to the room. I proceeded him up the steps and could feel his eyes watching my ass as I made my way up to my bedroom. We got up to the room and he closed the door behind us. I was right in the middle of cleaning the bathroom before he came over, so I quickly finished my chore, washed up, and returned to him. He was sitting on the bed, smiling up at me. My insides turned in anticipation of what I knew he was about to do to me. I leaned over into his face and began to kiss his beautifully sculpted lips – the lips of a god (Cupid maybe). It felt like the first time. I didn’t want the kiss to ever stop.
I could feel like left hand on the back of my right thigh; he was pulling me into him, on top of his lap. I sat in his lap, twisted just enough for my right arm to cradle the back of his head, without interrupting our sweet kiss. It was too good to stop. “I’ve missed you so much, daddy.” I managed to whisper in between the sucking of our lips. “I know, baby. I couldn’t wait for you to return.” My insides continued to churn and dampen.
His pulled me around the waist with his left hand until I was on my back and he was above me. There was a slight pause as he took a moment to lock eyes with me, and then continued to kiss me. I began to moan in excitement. Each and every time with him is like the first time. I removed the towel that had been around my waist from after my shower to expose my naked body. Suddenly, he through my legs above my head and lifted my ass into the air. Face first, he dove right into my cakes. My head instantly leaned back into the pillow that held it up. Those God-like lips French-kissed my hole over and over. I felt like a caterpillar transitioning into a butterfly. There’s no better feeling than being with the one you belong to. I am his. It is his. And he knows it.
He came up and gave me a taste of my own juices, my sweet, divine juices. I pushed him up until he was standing. It was my turn to reciprocate to passion. I leaned down over his eggplant and slowly wrapped my tight, wet lips around him. A soft sigh escaped his open mouth as he allowed his head to fall back. I took sign as a compliment and a challenge. I wanted to hear more sighs and heavy breathing and there was only one way to accomplish that goal. I needed to suck that dick like I was made at it! And that I did. He finally had to stop me to prevent himself from cumming before even getting the cookies.
His hands slowly guided me down on my back. Gently, he pulled my legs back over my head and gave my hole one more tease with his wet tongue before slowly guiding his thick eggplant deep into my hole. Finally, we were one again. Finally, our bodies were connected again. “Damn.” He whispered into my ear. Again, my inner-self was pleased. His pleasure is my pleasure. I am his and his alone.
We started slow. It had been two weeks, and the sensation was overwhelming, for both of us. Gradually, we sped up. Our eyes intently locked into each other’s, reading each other’s minds. We were making magic – love magic. He felt blissful inside me – perfectly in tune with my body, my soul, my heart. “I miss this pussy.” He said, deeply staring into my eyes.
“It misses you too, baby.” I hardly managed to get it out though between my moans. “It’s yours, daddy. It belongs to do.”
“How much do you miss me?” His pounding increased in speed and force.
“I miss you enough to not be away from you ever again.” And I meant every word. Two weeks was entirely too long.
Quickly, he pulled out and turned my over on all fours. “Fuck me like you miss me, baby!”He then pushed himself back inside of me, slapping my ass as he pounded me over and over again. I twisted my chest around to look him in the eyes and kiss him as he dutifully pounded me over and over again. The pleasure was so intense I turned around and laid my chest flat on the bed and let him have his way with me. I started to throw my ass back on him. I wanted more and more of him inside of me. This euphoria should be never-ending.
Again, the intensity became to great for him to handle. He pulled out and flipped me back over to my back. Slowly, he slid back inside of me, using his chest to pin my legs into my chest, his weight settled on top of me. It’s my favorite position. Him in total dominance over me. We locked lips as he continued to dig me out. “I love you. I LOVE you! I LOVE YOU!” Before I knew it, those three words rose out of my soul and into the atmosphere. “I love you, too!” He gracefully, unhesitantly said it back.I released total control of myself to him, in that moment. He said it back! Omg! So many thoughts poured through my head. But they all ended with love.
The excitement of the moment geared us up for a reverberating climax. “I’m bout to nut!” Four words that forever brings pleasure to a bottom. Everytime I hear him say it, I feel like I’ve won the spelling bee. Pleasing one’s man is definitely an accomplishment to be proud of. He pulled out and shot an ooze of fresh baby juice all over my arms and stromach. I was bathing in his love-potion. Shortly after, I came. But even that satisfying climax couldn’t compare to those three words we exchanged to one another. It was our first time. Our precious, first time. And I’ll never forget it.
Regardless of whatever we are to one another, there is a love that exist here, between us now. That love shall combine us forever. In this moment, I cannot stop smiling. I cannot stop reliving our moment. I can’t delete his picture from my mind. I don’t want to.
Hey, Fancy Friends:
I was inspired to write today. I needed a break from everything that’s happening in the world with these senseless killings and such. I deleted all social media apps from my phone for the time being, so you’ll see more from me on my blog until I decide to log back into my social accounts.
I hope you all enjoyed my bed-time story lol.