He always knew when to be gentle and loving or strong and masterful. It took a while before either of us could manage to do anything. After that day, he encouraged me to dress like that again. I love being so close to him like that. Some women like to swallow it further down the throat itself. (Sorry for getting het up, I’ll take that hat off now.) It’s your choice. The freedom, the feel of his weight, that growl took me places not reached in so long and in a few strong thrusts I came, loudly and fiercely. That may be the best it’s ever been. “Yes.” I breathed, barely loud enough to hear, as he used his body weight to bend me over the table. But thinking was all I’d done, well, mostly. I’m playing with myself, and I’m ready to come; I’m waiting for his reaction. Some of it may have been the drink though, he drank a tad too much and fell asleep when we got home.
