Working from home has a lot of perks, one of them being all the fun I can have instead of sitting at a desk waiting for the time to pass. Unfortunately today my husband said he needed his blood on his brain and not his cock for work, but that didn’t stop him from asking me what kind of pornography am I writing or reading. It didn’t stop him from groping me either, grabbing my ass whenever I was within his reach, squeezing my small boobs when I brought him a new bottle of water, and kissing me so deeply I would moan with the invasion of his tongue. He would then slide his fingers between my legs, checking the result of his touches on my body, and smile that devious smile of his, saying how perfectly needy is his slut before slapping my ass to send me on my way.

After a whole day of teasing me, my husband finally says it’s bedtime. These words are not said in any particular manner, they are not erotic, but hearing them makes me wet immediately. When we are finally in bed he smiles at me and then takes my panties off, putting them under his pillow, saying he is saving them for later. I can’t contain myself and slide my small hands all over his body, anywhere I can reach. His arms, chest, and thighs, I explore his body with my fingers until they are inside his boxers, where they graze on his warm skin. He then laughs at me while pushing my hands away so he can undress, telling me I don't need to be so eager, but I always want him so badly.

After tossing his own underwear away, he makes me lie down and kiss my thighs reverently, licking my skin between kisses, getting closer to my pussy but without licking or touching it yet. His breath is so close to my bare lips that it sends a shiver through my body, and he watches as my body reacts to his proximity. Our eyes lock and we smile at each other. The tips of his long curls brush against the sensitive area of my inner thighs, providing me with delicious sensations while he lightly strokes my hips with his fingers.

At this point, I'm already so wet he could just fuck me and I would be happy, but my husband really enjoys eating a girl out. When he finally licks me, we both moan together. It feels fantastic, his tongue sliding from the entrance to my lips, all the way to my clit, so slow I can feel everything. He keeps licking me like that for a while, taking his time to savor my sweet taste, before quickening his pace as my high-pitched voice fills the room. I bury my hands in his golden mane, holding his curls so it doesn’t get on his face, so I can look into those chocolate eyes while moaning his name.

He knows that after a while I need him to push one finger inside of me, maybe two. He does so unhurriedly, flicking his tongue on my clit as he pushes his index finger to the hilt in my cunt. I arch my back while a long moan escapes my lips, and he promptly fingers me a bit like that before changing to his middle finger. When both his fingers are coated with my juices he pushes them inside of me together, all while he keeps on licking my clit, sucking it, and circling with his tongue.

I'm very tight so two fingers are what feels comfortable to me, but I feel so full anyway. He keeps on licking my clit and fingering me, increasing his speed accordingly to my moans. At this point I'm coming close, pulling his hair to grind my pussy on his tongue, and some faraway part of my brain wonders if am I hurting him, pulling his hair like this. It's never enough to make me stop, and he doesn't complain either.

When I'm almost there I ask him to fuck me, begging him to allow me to cum on his cock, trying to push him so I can climb him to sit on his cock and feel him inside of me. He won't allow it, though. He holds me still with just one hand and this drives me wild, how he's so big and I'm so small he can hold me in place with one hand and still finger me while licking and sucking my clit. I know he likes it too because I can feel more than hear his laugh, making vibrations against my skin.

He holds me in my place and shoves his fingers inside of me while kissing and licking my clit so good I'm almost screaming with pleasure. No matter how much I ask him to fuck me, he forces me to cum on his tongue. His fingers find that place inside of me where everything feels better and rub it while his tongue presses against my clit on top of it. All I can hear is my heart racing and my moans as I cum hard, feeling his knuckles pressing against the entrance of my pussy while his tongue keeps on licking me nonstop. I press his head between my shaking legs while I pull his hair and scream his name, saying that I'm coming, fuck, and he still doesn't stop with his licking.

He never quits licking, not until I'm shaking and begging him to stop because I'm too sensitive. I can feel my whole body tingling from the orgasm, and I keep my eyes closed as he lies by my side, rolls me until I'm on my side, and then hugs me from behind. He strokes my skin lightly all over, kissing and biting my shoulder while I come back to my senses, until my breath is even again and I'm ready for what's next.