Im watching you over the back of the couch, standing there at the counter locked in your own little world. That delicious ass of yours swaying to the beat in your earphones, my over sized shirt barely hiding its shape as you dance while your prepare yourself lunch. Your hair is lit up by the sun from the windows, creating the effect of a halo resting on you, like the angel you let others think you are. If only they knew.

I’m getting hard just thinking about last night. The fact that I can see your pointed nipples through my shirt is not helping my self control. You move your ass too far, the shirt rides up and I spot your little slit from between your legs before the shirt falls again. I have self control but not that much.

I silently get up, and pad across the room to you. I approach from your shadowed side just out of your site. I wait until you put down the knife that you’re using before I step up to you and pull you tight against my chest. Your squeak of surprise is drowned out by the moan you release as I kiss behind your ear. My left hand holding you tight to me, whilst my right rolls your nipple between my fingers.

“Nooo, let me eat” you moan, should I even bother replying. You have your earphones in, you won’t hear me. I lean forward so that you’re forced to do the same. The hands that were previously pulling at my hair are now holding you up against the counter tip.

Your voice turns huskier as I nip your ear lobe. The hand on your breast trailing down your side until I reach your silky smooth mound.

“Stop, I want my food” Again I say nothing, We’ve discussed long ago that we both like it when the other says stop. If you truly wanted to me to stop you’d say your safe word, or pull on my beard, depending on what your mouth was doing at the time. The same beard that’s tickling you as I kiss your neck.

“Stop, you better not fuck me against the counter” I lay my cheek against the back of your neck and release a deep hum that sends shivers down your spine, I can see the little goosebumps I’ve caused on your skin. What an oddly specific instruction.

I slide your leg open with mine. You’re now standing with your arms bracing you against the counter, chest bent forward. I can see how hard your nipples are in the reflection of the microwave, I wonder if they ever get so hard they’re painful. Your legs are almost uncomfortably wide. You’re in the perfect position, you can’t move out of it with some help. I step back and lift the shirt slightly so I can see your ass. It’s just so perfect in my eyes. I’m going to ask you to sit on my face next time.

I put my left hand in the middle of your upper back to keep you there, and then slowly run my right hand over and under your cheeks,

“I said stop”

Following the curve till I come to your tight little asshole, it’s slick from the juices already dripping out of your slit. It’s not my objective but I spend some time toying with it, feather light touches followed by slowly pushing the tip of a finger in. Your head shoots up as you moan, I’ve made you stutter

“N n no, not now, not now”

Internally I shrug as I move my fingers to where I want them to be. I spend some time massaging your lips before I slide them in you. They slip right in, your hole eager for anything to fill it.

You almost keen “I didn’t say you’re allowed to play with me, stop trying to finger fuck me”

Again with the oddly specific complaints. I leave me fingers there for a bit, smirking as I hear you moan and start moving your own hips trying to create friction.

“No, don’t do this, just fill me up, please” One day I’m going to make you ask me to fuck you, I’m going to make you say ‘please fuck me sir’ I think to myself. I wonder what you’re listening to now as I pump my fingers in and out of you. I hope it matches tempo with what I’m about to do next.

I slide my fingers out and lick them clean before I step out of my own shorts. I hold your hips as I line myself up. You half moan, half squeal, as I bottom myself out inside of you. Collapsing onto the counter on to your chest, your hands come up to hold onto mine while I thrust into you, holding you by your hips.

“Don’t, I’ve been a good girl. Please don’t use me”

You were made for me, your hole was made to fit over my cock. Sadly there no point in saying out loud with how loud you listen to your music.

I let go of your hip with one hand and hold onto yours while we fuck, you’re matching my movements perfectly. Your moans have become more drawn out, changing in pitch. Have I mentioned I love how you moan? Your breathing my name every other thrust and it’s music to my ears. The sounds of sex fill the kitchen and it’s a shame you can’t hear it.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum don’t stop” You seem to have changed your tune a little I think as I feel your walls convulse over my cock as you cum, your hands scrambling for any purchase they can get. I’m so hard I’m aching now, but I’m not stopping till I finish too. You’re just so perfect and I think in this moment you’d only look better with me dripping out of you.

Your hand comes up and pulls out an earphone, “Stop stop I’ve finished. Please I’m too sensitive.”

“Not until I’m done. Now be my good little girl and take it” I don’t stop pumping I’m just so close, I just need to get over the edge.

“No no no stop. Your little girl is too sensitive!” I look up to check you’re really ok, but your eyes are shining with mischief and even though you’re begging, I can see the smirk on your lips.

“I’m not stopping till I’m dripping out of you”

I give you a spank on the ass and I feel you shake again. This time you bury yourself onto my dick as you’re wracked with a second orgasm, it’s way too much and I hold you to my chest as I finish too. I can feel myself twitching as I empty my load I’m you. You’d make such a good mother I think as I feel it drip down my balls. We stay like that for a moment, before I pull out, you almost fall before I catch you and lower you to the floor.

“Good?” I ask

“Mhmmm” you hold your arms up, “you’ve had your fun with me, now take responsibility” you say exhausted.

I smile as I pick you up. It’s only fair that I clean you up and make sure you’re ok after that.

Later on the couch while you’re wrapped in a blanket eating the food you had been preparing I ask about the song you were listening too.

“Oh? I was listening to a podcast not a song.” “About?” “About knitting” I can’t help but burst out laughing, that wasn’t the thrilling backing track I had in mind.