What You Need, Part I

I woke to the sounds of fingers slamming angrily on a keyboard and my first thought was he’s pissed.

I opened my eyes to see the alarm clock glowing in the dim room and I sighed. It was early, too early for a Saturday morning. I rolled toward the direction of the laptop that was being abused and said, “What’s wrong?”

An explanation of something or other not working properly and a few expletives was the reply I got and I sighed again before turning my face into the pillow. I wanted to tell him to just leave it and get back in bed but I knew that would be useless. He wouldn’t stop whatever it was he was doing until he had it fixed. That was him: relentless. Honestly, nothing could tear him away from a challenge except –

Hmmm…

I gave myself a few more seconds to wake up and then I left the comfort of our bed, padding past him in the recliner in the corner of our room to the adjoining master bath. I checked myself in the mirror, fluffing my hair so that it was a bit more “sexy tousled” and less “tangled bed head”, splashed some cold water on my face and then went back to face the beast.

“Want anything?” I asked. He didn’t even look up but kept his scowled face on the computer when he declined.

“Coffee?” He only gestured to the mug that was already sitting on the nightstand and kept tapping away.

“Do you know what you need?” I said in a stern voice, the one I used when I really was annoyed with him.

He finally looked up and his brows were scrunched together like they usually were when he was preparing for an argument.

“What?” he clipped.

“My mouth around your cock!” I spat. That one was difficult to get out without cracking a smile.

His face showed confusion for just a second and then as he understood my ruse his mouth twitched and his brow eased.

“Is that right?” he said.

I didn’t answer but instead closed his laptop and placed it gently next to his cup of coffee. I stood before him once again and with one eyebrow raised I pulled the tee I had slept in over my head and let him gaze upon my body that was now covered only by the small scrap of blue fabric I called underwear. The cool room had my nipples hardening instantly and I saw him adjust in the recliner as a bulge formed in his sweatpants.

I straddled his legs and kissed him deeply, my breasts pressing against his bare chest. While I sucked on his tongue, a little precursor to what I was going to do to his dick, I pressed down in his lap to grind a little against his erection. I felt my panties get wet as I writhed and teased myself but this wasn’t about me. I pulled away and then kissed down his neck, over his chest, and to his left nipple where I flicked my tongue and grazed my teeth over it. I repeated the same action to his right.

His groans, god they turned me on, and my cunt was throbbing but I wouldn’t lose focus. I was on a mission to distract my man.

My lips moved down his stomach and he lifted his hips as I tugged his pants down. I eyed his hard cock like a tiger eyes his prey and then groaned in satisfaction when I licked the precome from him with just the tip of my tongue. Delicious.

“Baby, please,” he said.

Wrapping my right hand tightly around the base, I teased him a bit more. My lips covered the head of his cock and I swirled my tongue around him. His moans grew louder. Finally, when I could tell he couldn’t take the torture any longer, I took him all the way in, sucking him all the way in to my hot, wet mouth. He growled.

One of his hands fisted in my hair as I bobbed up and down, sucking his cock the way I knew he loved. My hand followed my mouth, tight around him, twisting around his slippery shaft.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he breathed. Music to my ears.

My pussy would no longer be ignored; she needed attention too, so while I continued to give the best blowjob I could, I moved my left hand between my legs and slid a few fingers through my aching cunt. I moaned and his fingers tightened in my hair as he felt the vibration.

I moved up and down his cock faster, my lips tight and my tongue soft and wet. He began lifting his hips ever so slightly and I encouraged him by moaning louder. I loved when he fucked my mouth. Sucking even harder now, I withdrew my hand from between my legs and lifted it, offering my wet fingers to him. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and sucked my middle and index finger into his mouth, licking my juice from them and then came.

We both groaned as he pulsed into my mouth, his hot, salty come coating my tongue and oozing down my throat. I swallowed greedily and didn’t stop sucking until he was finished.

Breathing heavily and laughing, he pulled me from my knees and into his lap.

“Feel better?” I asked as he held me to him and kissed the top of my head.

“Much,” he said. “Though there is one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“You didn’t get to come.”

He tossed me from his lap and onto the bed. I squealed. It was my turn.