Babe

I know that smell, I’d know it anywhere. Sweet and smokey, like donuts and morning coffee mixed with bad decisions from the night before. You’re not supposed to be here though, I was never supposed to see you again, but there you are and you’ve seen me so there’s nothing I can do about it at this point. Fuck. There’s that cocky smile you love to flaunt, all because you know you make me nervous. The kind of nervous that instantly makes me wet from the flood of memories of our time only you can illicit. You walk over and sit down, uninvited, but that doesn’t matter because the moment we made eye contact we both knew what was going to happen. You lean in oh-so casually, and the only thing you say by way of greeting is, “babe”. My entire body is at attention, every fiber of me reaching out to you, but I sit still, say nothing, and give you a smile that forces you to figure out if I’m actually happy to see you or not. We both know I am. Like the arrogant prick you are, knowing exactly the special kind of slut I am for you, ask me where I live, and before I can even answer you’ve paid my tab.

               We leave together, without speaking, without touching, you walk me to my car like the gentlemen you pretend to be. The moment I turn to ask where you’ve parked so I can wait for you to follow me, you push me up against the car with one hand around my throat and the other at the small of my back. You look down at me and I can see every thought in your eyes. Every intention. And it takes all of my strength to stay standing upright. You bring your lips to hover just above mine, slightly parted and waiting, all while starring into my pleading eyes, waiting for you to kiss me. But you don’t. You’re going to make me wait. You straighten up and let me go, making sure I follow the way you’re pointing to your car, and walk off. I watch you for a second longer than I should, of course you don’t turn around, you already know I’m watching you and it only feeds your ego. I get in my car and pull out to the light, waiting for you to drive up behind me so we can go to my place. I don’t live far, but you don’t know that, and I have just enough time to try to remember if I’ve shaved my legs or not.

               As you follow me up the stairs to my shitty little one-bedroom apartment, I may or may not add a little extra swing in my hips as we ascend, for not only your benefit, but my own as well. Teasing you when you allow it always makes me feel sexy and powerful. Like a Goddess who knows she’s about to be reminded of who she really is. Once inside, I offer you something to drink like my Southern manners bid me to do on reflex alone, and you ask me for two glasses of water. One is for me. I turn my back to fill the glasses and I hear you walk away, looking for the bedroom no doubt and to take quick inventory of what you have to work with. I know it’s not much, but there’s enough room to play. I meet you halfway down the hall and hand you one of the water glasses, but you motion for the other as well. You nod your head toward my bedroom by way of instruction and I obey without hesitation. I hope you don’t notice that I’m shaking slightly as I walk by you, but you know me, you can feel my energy, and I know you can smell my arousal. You set the water glasses down on my nightstand and turn to start walking toward me. Slowly and deliberately, you’re dragging this out, knowing that the longer you make me wait the quicker I’ll want to cum. The quicker you can punish me. You tell me to raise my arms above my head and I try to do it without seeming too eager, exhibiting some control even though the only thing I want right now is to be naked with you inside me. As my dress comes over my head, I’m so thankful I decided to wear matching bra and panties. You kneel down and undo my sandals swiftly, letting me kick them aside. So, there I stand in front of you, bra and panties only and trying to keep my breathing in check, but it’s damn near impossible. As you stand, you run your fingertips up along the backs of my legs, all the way to just before my ass, making my entire body quiver. You nod to my bed and I lay down in the sexiest way I can possibly think of. Once you’re down to your boxers I get confirmation that you’re just as turned on as I am (not that I didn’t already know, but still, a girl likes proof).

               You’re on my bed now, full body suspended over mine and you run your thumb over my bottom lip. I’m looking up at you, dying for you to kiss me, touch me, anything! Finally it happens after what feels like an eternity, you kiss me. A sweet, soft, passionate declaration that lets me know you’re just as excited as I am about this, you missed me. With one hand on my hip and the other supporting your weight, you move from my mouth, down my neck to my collarbone with a barely there trail of kisses. Skimming over my hardened nipples you continue to trail kisses over my stomach and along the sensitive sides of my body that make me squirm. Firming your grasp on my hips to keep me in place you continue down toward my wet and waiting pussy. Pushing my legs further apart you settle between them, running your nose along the length of me, letting me know your intentions and breathing me in, reveling in your power over me. And then I feel the first flick of your tongue on my clit. It sends a shock wave throughout my entire body making me jump, but I can’t go anywhere because you have me held in place. Slowly your tongue explores more and more of me, bringing me closer to that delicious release only you seem to be able to provide. You feel me building and my grip tightens on the sheets around me. Everything seems to happen all at once as you remove your mouth from me and slide a finger inside causing me to cry out. As your finger is steadily moving in and out of me, you remind me of the rule; I’m not allowed to cum until you tell me to. You take your time, making sure I understand, all while never letting up on the steady rhythm of your fingers. Your mouth finds me once again, licking, sucking, playing, cherishing my arousal knowing I’m going to cum without your permission, and you can’t wait for it to happen. Almost right on cue my body stiffens as my orgasm rips through me to my soul and I cry out your name followed immediately by the soft whisper of a plea, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t help it” yet you still haven’t released my throbbing pussy from your grasp. I open my eyes when I feel you shift on the bed, body held above mine once more, but this time when my gaze meets yours I see you, the part of you that I dream about and I know with absolute certainty that I’m yours to do with as you please.

               Your boxers are off and I have no idea when that happened, but it doesn’t matter. Seeing you, all of you, makes me shiver in anticipation. You kiss me so gently that I’m almost confused for a moment, until I feel you start to push inside me. Agonizingly you take your time, feeling and stretching every part of my tight pussy, making sure I feel every inch of you. Little by little you give me all of you, and when you do, I dig my fingers into your back. Your hand is around my throat, moving my head to the side so that you can assault all of my senses. Sliding your hard dick in and out of me, keeping me in place, and talking in my ear all the while because you know what that does to me. You know you’re going to make me cum again, but this time you warn me, “I feel you tightening around me, my dirty little slut, you’re going to cum again aren’t you. Yeah, you are. There it is, there it is. I love feeling you cum on my dick, but you did it again without my permission, didn’t you. Keep cumming baby, keep cumming for me, because when you’re done I’m going to flip you over and remind you who that little pussy belongs to”. When my breathing starts to settle down just enough, you pull out of me, flip me over onto my stomach as promised and give me a good smack across my ass before entering me again. You take my arms and pin them above my head by my wrists, holding both in one hand so that the other is free to wrap my hair around it like a handle. Steadily your pace gets faster, deeper, harder and I scream into the pillow to muffle the sound, but you want to hear me, you want to hear the effect you have on me, so you bring my head out of the pillow by my hair, making my back arch and my ass press further into you. You let go of my wrists and hair and grab my hips with both hands giving you full control. Harder, deeper, you continue your unrelenting pace for what seems like an eternity, until you let go of one of my hips and finish on my ass. Covering me with your appreciation, you collapse next to me on the bed. We’re both out of breath, eyes closed. I dare to sneak a peek at you and you’re looking at me with the best smile I’ve ever seen. You stroke my hair and sleepily say, “babe”. There is so much in that one word, your special way of communicating with me. I lazily kiss your chest and you return my sentiment with a small kiss to my forehead before we drift off to sleep, the kind of sleep that only happens after an adventure like we just had.