Alex, My Darling Dearest

Just a little story I wrote, thinking about you. Enjoy, doll.
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I felt like a giddy little child, as I waited for you, like one might wait for Santa in their night clothes. Except you were actually coming, and I was wearing something a bit more risqué than a child might.
It was new, and simple, airy. It was something of a baby doll dress, with just slight differences. Black silk encased my breasts, tightly holding them, and making the most of my cleavage, thin straps holding it up, and pulling it together in a corset like lacing. Below my breasts, the material parted, and became sheer. The material didn’t even go below my thong covered ass. Not that you would mind—the less, the better, right? But I also had on black and white striped thigh high socks, just because I like to throw in a good dose of playful.
My hair was down and wavy this time—it was starting to get long, to my shoulders. I’m growing it out. My nails were even painted black and bombshell red, alternating. So, yes, I really was all dolled up for you.
I didn’t hear you come in, too lost in my thoughts, and very nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt your arms circle around me. I felt your lips on my neck, and sighed, leaning into you.
“Alex,” I whispered, my lips curving into a smile.
“Who else?” you asked, mocking me softly for jumping, in my ear.
I laughed and turned around, kissing you softly. My fingers went to your much beloved hair, tangling in it. It wasn’t soft for long, though, and soon, my lips were bruised and sensitive. I didn’t mind at all, kissing you back just as hard, just as roughly. When your teeth bit at my bottom lip, I obediently parted my lips. Our tongues met, fighting rather than dancing.
I moved back as you pushed me with your body, and a moment later, felt a wall against my back. Pinning me there, you lifted my legs, and instinctively, I wrapped them around your hips. You gripped my ass, and pulled me closer, although I’m not sure how, your cock fitting perfectly against me. Teasingly, I grinded against you, enjoying the strained groan escaping from your lips.
I pulled away, moving to nuzzle your neck, nipping it somewhat gently. Softly, I continued to bite at your neck and throat, soothing the marks with soft words, kisses and flicks of my tongue. My hands left your hair, moving instead down your back, and under your shirt. I smiled at the slight tremble when my cool fingers touched your warm skin.
My lips made it back to yours as my hands traveled your back, pulling up your shirt with each inch. Rather than make you move your hands from my ass, when you shirt came up as far as it would, I let it bunch, and lowered my head to kiss your chest. I laughed when you moaned at the first teasing nip of your nipple. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around it, flicking it.
I moved my legs, wanting to be let down, and when you got the hint, I helped get your shirt off. With it gone, I was free to fully enjoy the chest you had oh so enjoyed teasing me with. Down the blankets would go, but always come back up… until you finally did let it slip, and I did get to “feast my eyes”. And now, here it was, free for me to touch, and do whatever I may like with. Oh the ideas.
I caught your hands, preventing them from tangling in my hair as my own had in yours. My fingers laced with yours, and I smiled up at you, softly kissing your chest again. I let my lips linger, and my kisses were soft, just brushes against skin.
“If you promise not to touch, I’ll let your hands go. Then I’ll be free to use mine,” I told you, quietly, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
I figured unless you wanted to force me, there wasn’t much else you could do. So when I received a slight nod, I let your hands go, and let my fingers run down your flat stomach, teasing the trail of dark hair I loved so much. I relished the quick intake of breath when I let my finger brush against your already prominent bulge. I couldn’t help it—another giggle escaped.
I gripped your belt, and tugged at it, pulling you closer to me. Kissing that bulge, I fumbled with your belt a bit, and quickly disposed of it. Your jeans were next—unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down. Again, I let my fingertips brush against the stiff cock hiding beneath your boxers. A soft sigh of anticipation was emitted, from my own lips, but I got up, taking your hands again.
“Come on, I have a surprise,” I told you with a giggle, pecking your lips again.
I laughed again when you groaned, not wanting to play games. But games are the whole of the fun—you taught me that, I believe. Particularly one of our favorite games, the game of teasing, was the best.
“Hurry up, slow poke,” I pouted, pulling you along, to go up the stairs to my room.
I heard your chuckle, and smiled at the sound, leading you inside my room, and kissing you once more, I tugged at my nightgown. When I pulled away, it came off completely, and I was left, in my stockings and panties. I didn’t mind your somewhat gaping face, teasing you with a little spin.
“You like?” I asked, moving closer.
“Love,” I heard you mumble, grabbing my hips, and pulling me to you.
You grasped my ass again, and I could feel your hard on pressing into my thinly covered mound. Your lips were rude, and mean, possessive of mine. I felt owned, and at your mercy while you kissed me. Suddenly, I felt you swat at my bare ass with your large hand, and yelped into your open mouth. You chuckled, rubbing the hurt cheek, but then I felt you hit again. This time, I just bit my lip, burying my face in your neck.
I enjoyed the alternative between the slight pains of your hand against my poor bottom versus the possessive massaging of it. Neither was soft, but the latter was somewhat comforting. And you just loved my reaction to pinching it too—the jolt of my body against yours, the whining of your name… and then your laughter in my ear. Yes, you enjoyed it very much. And when you commented on how much you loved my pink ass, my face turned a similar shade.
But, a moment later, I came out on top, with my own little teasing surprise. A blindfold—it was around your eyes before you could tell, and then it was knotted. I slapped at your hands when you went to protest and get it off.
“No worries. I’m not trying to tie you up and spank you. That’s for you to do to me, remember? This is going to be fun, I promise,” I told you, my hand going to your cock, rubbing it gently.
If nothing else, the soft cock stroke got you to agree, and so, I soon had you on the bed. You even let me tie your hands with a similar fabric to what was covering your eyes. If you wanted to, it’d be no problem to get free. But I wanted to see how long you could last without touching me…while I touched you.
A smile played on my lips, my fingertip tracing your bottom lip softly, as I whispered,” Thank you, Alex.”
I didn’t let you answer, instead taking your lips for my own. This time, I was the one to be possessive, and to own you. My lips were cruel, and my teeth even worse. Your full lips were as bruised and sensitive as mine were, then. While I had been kissing you, I had slowly straddled your belly. My damp thong pressed against your flat stomach, my shapely thighs on either side, and the edge of my ass nestled into your cock.
I pulled away from your lips to let my hands wander again, along your chest. My lips joined them on the brief journey, following your happy trail. I felt your muscles twitch, just slightly, beneath my tongue and only smiled, taking my time. With my fingers hooked in your boxers, I began to pull them down, anxious to see my prize, my present. And then, there it was.
Biting my lip, I focused on your cock, even as I took your boxers off completely. When I settled beside you on the bed, a breast rubbing against your thigh, I let my fingers brush against it. The touch was one of my teasing, barely there touches. Even so, there was a jump and a sharp intake of air. I grinned, and gently ran a fingertip along the underside. After a moment, though, I couldn’t take the teasing myself, and had to wrap my fingers around your girth.
My fingers weren’t able to completely encircle your cock, but neither of us seemed to mind as I lightly, and lazily stroked your hardness. I marveled at the feel, listening to your soft little gasps, and paying attention to the involuntary twitches. Again, the teasing became too much for me, and I leaned in for my first taste.
My tongue, like my finger had earlier, only brushed against the tip of your cock. The second flick caught the underside of the head of your cock, and I moaned softly, relishing the foreign taste. I followed the same trail as my finger had, my tongue flickering its way to the base of your cock, and then the precious package beneath.
A fingertip rubbed my saliva around the head of your cock, as my tongue touched your sac. I sighed, warm breath hitting your smooth skin. I kissed each ball softly, flicking and swirling around it, before suckling it between my lips and into my mouth. I moaned again, quietly, and was happy to hear you echo my moan.
After a few moments of this, I pulled away, and kissed your thigh, gently biting. I smiled again, and moved back to your cock. My tongue swirled once more, this time around the head of your cock, and then soon, I was suckling again. I couldn’t help but moan; having even a small part of your length in me was so arousing. Soon, though, I wanted more, and so, I took more in my mouth. And then, more went down my throat.
Up and down, I bobbed on your length, and sometimes, pulled away to tease the tip of your cock some more. I felt you tensing, your orgasm developing, but didn’t pull away to tease. Instead, I kept on, letting it intensify, until I felt your cum in my mouth and down my throat. I pulled away, for the last few bits, as they hit my face, and got in my hair. After swallowing, I giggled slightly at your groaning self, and moved up to untie the blindfold.
“How was that?” I asked.
You tell me, Alex. <3
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