"Honey, I'm home," you shout as you walk through the door. I'm kneeling on the rug, legs spread, hands behind my back, trussed up in ropes. I've been here for a few minutes now, and it's hard not to get wet.
You walk in and take in the scene. "I love you," you murmur, swiping your thumb across my lips. "I love you too," I whisper, gazing up at you. I can't help but suck and moan at the sensations running through my body. You bend down to palm me gently, finding me wet and wanting. You trail your fingers upward toward my lips again, and I taste myself on your fingers.
Your cock is already hard and thick before me when I start licking along your length. You haven't bound my hands behind me this time, so what I can't take in, I gently stroke. My saliva is making you slick. You begin thrusting gently and I moan around your cock. "Narrate in your head what we're doing right now," you whisper, gently stroking my nipples.
"I'm making you come without hands," I think, and combined with the tiny toy that you placed inside me earlier, it sends me over the edge.
I show you your release on my tongue. You stare at me for a long second, and kiss me on the cheek. I go to wash up , and when I am back, I hold your gaze as I start palming you gently. You are quickly becoming hard again. I swallow one last time as I hold your gaze.
When I return, with gentle fingers, you spread my cleft and rub my clit. You are purposely avoiding my hole. It is torture, but so, so good. "Whisper something naughty to me," you say. "I want to come for you on the lyra hoop," I reply cheekily.
Finally, after several long seconds, you replace your fingers with your cock. It feels right, being filled like this by you. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I whisper, scrunching up the sheets in my hands. You eventually go harder and faster, and I curse softly under my breath. You gently kiss me on the shoulder. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I whisper fervently, over and over again. We've waited so long for this, and I'm eager to show you everything I know as I squeeze my walls around you. I spread myself wider, and you seem to go even deeper, making me moan. The naughty slapping sound has started, and it's making both of us want to come again. You are lightly stroking my boobs, and I beg to suck your thumb. You groan at the sight, and it sends us over the edge.
"Again," I beg. "Please." We begin our ritual. In between everything, I offer my tongue, tiny and pink and wet. I am mewling with want. You release inside me again and again, and in those moments, we are infinite.