I had arrived at Mr. D’s for the evening on Sunday. I thought we’d have plenty of time, so did he.
He was busy doing some repairs when I arrived so I put my things down in the bedroom and said hello to his roommates. He came inside and they were talking about the timing of dinner then Daddy was getting something ready for my son…something the two of them had talked about between them. That part makes me smile. Daddy did something to share a Christmas secret with my son. They have texted this week without my input. It makes my heart swell to think of it. Anyhow, I’m getting off track.
With all the activity and roomies around, I wasn’t sure when to kneel for him. I try to wait until it is convenient for Daddy to have me kneel to honor him. It feels like a big attention grab if I do it so that he has to get up or stop what he’s doing in order to accept my offering. Daddy finished his task and said, “On the bed, come snuggle me.” We only had a half hour until we had to get dinner ready.
We snuggled and were quiet and touched and talked a little. At some point during snuggling the temperature changed between us from warmth to heat. He pulled off my pants and put his lips and tongue on my sex. His licked and sucked me like only he can do. I felt the heat expand and fill me until his fingers pushed inside me too. He pushed my legs up and had me hold them for him. With his fingers and mouth on me, my body responded quickly to his need.
He rose and put a couple drops of lube on me. Rubbing me and pushing his fingers inside me more swiftly. He was positioned between my legs already and only had to lunge forward a bit to enter me. From his place on his knees he slid his cock gently inside me. Every time I feel him stretch me open I become more turned on, more eager, more in need of him than the minute before. He held my legs open wide and pumped me for a few minutes of good fucking. Then he knelt back on his heels and angled lower than normal. I think he was trying to angle his cock into me so that it would touch the G spot area more towards the top wall of my vagina.
What else happened, though, was something I didn’t expect. Each time he thrust forward ever so slowly, the underside of his belly would rub across the top of my whole clitoral area. It was warm and it was moving pressure in that very sensitive area in an odd but very provocative way. I felt my body respond. I felt an orgasm building and it was so different. I loved it so much and I’m sure I was showing it because I saw it wind up Mr. D until he couldn’t hold it any longer and came hard inside me.
I love watching him cum, it’s just about the best experience. I love knowing he loves pleasing me and that seeing me wind up also winds him up. He was apologizing for cumming so soon even as he was cumming. I tried to tell him how much I love our sex no matter who cums or when we cum because I want him to enjoy it 100% and never have the feeling that it was too soon or I didn’t get there too. He is such a miracle to me in that respect. He cares and he works for my pleasure and wants to own that part of me. He does like no one ever has. Neither one of us orgasm every time. It has shown me more than ever before that orgasms are only a part of the whole experience. One I’m really happy to say I have now during our play but still just one part of the whole.
Afterwards we had to clean up quickly and go have dinner with the family. We planned to have more fun afterwards but I had to leave during dinner so we weren’t able to finish our evening. I left feeling so happy we were impulsive at the beginning of the evening and sad that I left without kneeling to my Dominant. A vanilla evening it was then but such a nice one.