Red nails.
Red lipstick.
A red hairband keeps my ponytail in place.
Sensing a trend?
I only very rarely get to be the aggressor when it comes to sex and I find this exciting as hell.
I press the button on the wall that will make the lights gradually come one. That’s the alarm for us on days off. Sir never needs an alarm but for me, it’s like the sun gradually rising and the light growing for a beautiful way to wake up.
Once that’s done, I very carefully peel back the blankets and gently climb onto the bed. I move quickly, though quietly, because I sure as hell don’t want to wake him up before I get started. I want to be right in the middle of things when he wakes. I crawl between his legs and as carefully as I can, pull down the drawstring bottoms he always wears as pajamas.
He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake.
It’s so weird! I feel so damned relieved I don’t wake him.
And now I can wake him how I want to wake him.
He is soft at the moment, which is good because the only time I can completely take his cock in my mouth is when he’s soft. I quickly envelop him with my mouth, thrilled that my lips are wrapped right around the base of him. Even soft, he is very big and fills my mouth completely. I keep my lips at the very bottom as I suckle him and move my tongue. It doesn’t take long before His cock is too big for me to keep my lips at the base.
I pull back, sucking and moving my tongue. I put one hand on his balls and I scoot my knees forward a little while I lift my ass up, bending my back so essentially, he gets a very good look at my ass in the most lascivious way possible. I know when he wakes, he’ll see the corset narrowing my waist and then my paler ass cheeks looking like some kind of prize. He’ll also catch glimpses of my red stockings. I’m thrilled with all of that, just overcome by the idea of the first sight he has this morning being his little princess looking sexy as hell while she blows him.
The thought turns me on enough that I’m really kind of eager and aggressive with the blowjob. I rub his balls as I suck and I move my free hand to his shaft, using it along with my mouth. I go as deep as I can and rotate my mouth one way and my hand the other as I move up and down his shaft and hear his finally gasping. “Jesus, little girl!” he breathes out. I moan loudly and redouble my efforts.
And something incredible happens.
Sir cums.
In my mouth.
As he does, I suck more eagerly and swallow repeatedly. It occurs to me this is the very first time I taste his semen. It’s kind of crazy to realize this is the first time since we’ve been together just about six months. Hell, the taste of a boyfriend’s cum is usually the first-week thing, isn’t it? I moan as I suck and it’s crazy because I feel almost like I’m going to climax just from giving him a blowjob!
I guess in the back of my mind, it occurs to me Sir might be upset that I’m swallowing his cum, that he spurted in my mouth instead of my pussy. To be honest, I don’t think I’m ever going to get pregnant. It’s the one unhappy thing in my life. Everything else is wonderful, just like my sir. I slow down until I’m just suckling again and then I pull my mouth off and kiss the tip.
“Merry Christmas, Sir,” I say sweetly.
Any worry I feel about his reaction disappears when he says, “Merry Christmas, Princess.”
CHAPTER SIX
The smell of pine fills the air and the crackle of the fire feels almost surreal. The warmth of the fire on my skin is perfect, too, as I lay on the plush carpet in front of it, holding onto Sir as he moves atop me. The feel of his cock is so wonderful. Hell, not just his cock! Everything about this man is wonderful. I love how his hands move over my body. I love the way his back feels against my fingertips as I hold him. I love his weight pressing against me and I love the feel of the small of his back against my legs wrapped around him there.
I love his breathing.
I love his moans.
I love him!
“I love you, Sir!” I cry and he nibbles my ear and replies.
“I love you, too princess,” he says, “more than you will ever know.”
I know it’s silly and melodramatic of me to think his declaration of love is what drives me over the edge but my orgasm hits and when it does, I’m not only flooded with physical pleasure but emotional pleasure as well. I hold tightly to him as I cum. Even though I want to scream that I love him, I can’t manage another time because the climax takes my breath away and I can’t speak at all. Instead, I’m just completely overcome.
God, this orgasm seems powerful! It seems more powerful than any other Sir gives me in the past, and that’s a damned tall order because if there are two constants in my life; those constants are a perpetually sore ass and a perpetually happy pussy. Now, though, the orgasm seems complete, like it’s so much more than just a physiological function.
Here’s why…