(I got a little carried away at work thinking about this fantasy that I have about my boyfriend. Haven't written anything creatively in years so go easy on me. Maybe one day I'll be confident enough to give this a go for real!)

I'm waiting for him before he gets home. My palms are already a little clammy from the nerves, so I wipe them on my silk-style midi skirt and take a sip from the glass of water on the coffee table. My phone buzzes, giving me the alert that he's arrived home.

I'm not entirely sure how he's going to react once he walks through the front door. Still, I push any intrusive thoughts away and stand, my heels clicking on the tiled floor as I turn to greet him right on cue.

The door swings open and I immediately can't help the way my stomach flutters a little. He's wearing his grey wash cap, raybans, his work shirt and a pair of tan slacks stained with mechanic oil and grease.

"Hello," he says, his voice smooth and confident, his lips spread into a wide smile.

"Hi baby," I say as he wraps his arms around me, obviously not expecting to see me waiting right there at the door. I circle my arms around above his shoulders and pull back to smile up at him.

"How was work?"

"Stressful," he sighed and took his sunglasses off before leaning down to give me a peck on the lips.

God, I love his mouth.

"Stressful?" I ask a little playfully. "I could help with that if you wanted?" I press my mouth against his jaw and trail a few kisses up to his ear lobe. He shudders a little when I flick my tongue out to lick along the soft skin there, his grip on my hips tightens a little as he pulls me a tiny bit closer.

"Help how?" He asked, looking down at me. I give him a happy grin and let my hands fall from his shoulders to his hips.

"I'm sure you can figure it out," I murmured softly and gave him one last kiss before I dropped to my knees.

I heard him inhale sharply as my fingers trailed down the front of his thighs and I waste no time pressing him back against the front door before I make quick work of his belt and buttons.

I tease him a bit over his underwear, softly running my fingers along the outline of his semi-hard cock as one of his hands comes to rest on my left shoulder, gripping softly.

"I want you in my mouth," I say to break the silence, glancing up at him from my position on the floor.

I heard him inhale sharply as my fingers trailed down the front of his thighs and I wasted no time pressing him back against the front door before I made quick work of his belt and buttons.

I tease him a bit over his underwear, softly running my fingers along the outline of his semi-hard cock as one of his hands comes to rest on my left shoulder, gripping softly.

"I want you in my mouth," I say to break the silence, glancing up at him from my position on the floor

He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and guided my hand to his underwear and the noticeably hard bulge that was now inches from my face. Something about seeing his hard cock, even hidden in his underwear, made me slick down there.

Knowing that I did that, I turned him on, it made me weak.

I pull his underwear down and lick my bottom lip as his cock sprung free, a few small beads of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his dick. I tentatively wrap my fingers around the width of him and lock my gaze with his intently as I lean forward and lick the pre-cum off his cock.

One hand rests on my shoulder whilst the other snakes behind my ear to grip the back of my scalp, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine.

I take him into my mouth slowly, swirling the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock.

His eyes are intense as I take him further into my mouth, warm and wet and all-encompassing. As I reach the base, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat, he lets out a soft groan and tips his head back to hit the door he's pressed against.

It's only when I have the entire length of him in my mouth, my tongue running up and down his cock, my mouth full of saliva and him, that his grip on my hair tightens and he lets out a soft "Fuck, baby," and looks down at me.

I can't smile up at him, not with a mouth full of dick, but I catch his gaze anyway and hope he knows, hope he can feel as I suction my cheeks around his dick, just how much I adored doing this.

I release him with a loud 'pop' sound, spit already trickling down my chin, I barely give him time to react before I take him in my mouth again, this time moving up and down his cock, quickening my pace. His laboured breathing fills the room, matched only by the wet, slurping sounds as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Eventually, I use my hand as well, wrapping my fingers around the base of his slick hard cock and pumping him as my mouth teased the top half of his dick.

"That feels so good, baby," he half whispered, half groaned as I deep-throated him passionately.

"You like your cock in my mouth?" I ask him, jerking him off with my saliva-covered hand.

"I love it," he reached down to cup my chin again with his freehand, the other still knotted in my hair, "You're so good at that, baby." With that, he guides his cock back into my mouth and the hand cupping my chin slides back into my hair.

My heart skips a beat with excitement, he was going to fuck my mouth. With both his hands in my hair, keeping my head right there, there's nowhere I can go.

Like I want to be anywhere but here, I think to myself.

I know I'm wet enough to be dripping now, and as much as I want his cock filling me up, as much as I want his cum in me, I had this fantasy and I wanted him to use me as he wanted.

He starts slow, of course, using my mouth as a personal fucktoy for him to ease his cock in and out of. I lick and suck and moan and use my hands to tease his balls and stroke his thighs as he does so. Lubing up my throat with my own spit so he can fuck it raw. I shivered at the thought and decided after a few minutes of him teasing himself with my mouth that enough was enough. So I said what I knew would drive him crazy and break any self-control he currently had.

"Baby," I pull back from his cock and pump him with my hand, "I'm all yours," I whisper, earning a half-crooked smile from him, "and I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum."

The reaction is instant. Those beautiful, dark brown eyes that I get so lost in suddenly darken further. His grip on my hair tightens as he strokes my cheek.

"You sure?"

I nod enthusiastically, "Very sure."

He lets out a small groan of exasperation at that and with his hands in my hair, guides my mouth back to his hard cock.

He starts off gentle but that doesn't last long. Leaning against the door, with me on my knees, and his hands in my hair, he quickly realises he's in a good position for movement because it isn't long until his dick is readily thrusting in and out of my mouth.

"Fuck, fuck," he groaned softly, burying his cock inside my mouth like it was nothing more than my own pussy he was fucking. I moaned in response around his dick, running my tongue along the length of him. I wanted to touch myself so badly, the entire scenario was turning me on far too much and I briefly considered begging him to fuck my wet pussy bent over the couch but thought against it. I was loving this way too much. Every move he made, every noise, the way his breath hitched when I licked or sucked in just the right way.

His. His. His. All his. My mouth was his, my tongue, my lips, every strand of hair he had knotted around his fingers, all his.

He let go completely, holding my face in his hands whilst he ruthlessly, lovingly, desperately thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, further down my throat, forcing the thick width of him further and further each time.

Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over, and spit dribbled down my chin and throat, but I didn't care. All I could do was moan and make pleasurable sounds around his cock whilst gazing up at him adoringly, eyes rolling back, as he fucked my mouth as he needed it.

"You're gonna make me cum," he said raspily after a few minutes of throat fucking, "you're gonna make me cum in that pretty perfect mouth of yours." He groaned, slowing down his thrusts to move my mouth along his cock. Up and down, up and down, my head was almost limp in his hand, spit overflowing past my lips.

My mouth is too full of his dick to reply, so all I can do is nod encouragingly and quicken my pace.

"Please," he groans, "I want to cum in your mouth so bad, baby."

I moan in reply, further motivated to get him there. I can barely think, he's so big in my mouth, his cock twitching every few seconds as he gets closer and closer to orgasm, his breath hitching and laboured. I have him halfway down my throat when his hips jerk and his fingers knot in my hair once more as he thrusts quickly into my mouth, the both of us moaning at this point. His cock twitches again, and he buries himself to the hilt inside me.

"Fuuuuuuck," he groans loudly as thick ropes of warm semen flood my mouth. It's a taste I don't mind at all.

His dick is too big for my mouth so the cum bubbles up past my lips and starts to drip down my chin. I don't care, I continue to suck until his fingers loosen in my hair, and then I swallow whatever is left in my mouth and clean his cock with my tongue, marvelling a little at the way his entire body shudders as I run my tongue along his sensitive dick.

His hand falls from my hair, hanging limply at his sides. I use my fingers to wipe up the rest of his cum and lick him off one by one before I stand, give him a kiss on the cheek, and move to clean myself up.

His hand catches mine and he pulls me into his arms, kissing me softly on the temple.

"Thanks for that," he murmurs against my skin, "I'm not the least bit stressed anymore."