I wasn’t used to it. A living, breathing, male sleeping next to me. Taking space. Keeping me warm, making me hot, snoring.
Most men I’d ever been with left the same night or I left their place after we’d fucked. It was usually the former as I preferred having the home court advantage.
But that’s all it ever was.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good fuck, but I wanted someone who would make love to me for once. Someone who wouldn’t just see me as a hole(s) to be used.
We had our first date in October. The first to be exact. I wanted to make a note for anniversary cutesy shit. I’d never been in a serious relationship, I’m not the type to celebrate one or two month anniversaries, but if this lasted a year I wanted to remember the date.
I actually didn’t remember at first until I checked my bank statement. It was the day my roommate and I bought the couch and tables at Ikea. I remembered because we’d gone after to get pedicures and my phone had died. I rushed home to charge it to find really worried messages. It was the night he and I saw a movie and had dinner and I gave him head in his truck.
He came quickly in my mouth. “I’m sorry, it’s been a while since someone’s done that.”
Now he spends Saturday nights and Sunday mornings with me. Some nights I’m insatiable. Some mornings I spend them with him inside me. Some days I only crave his presence, his body close to mine. I feel safe and wanted and cared for.
He is my Daddy and I’m his Little, his Princess.
This morning I woke to his arms around me, his breath on my neck and his cock hard against my ass. I pressed against him softly rubbing my bottom on his cock. Letting him know I was awake and needing him.
“Good morning, princess,” he said as he took my nipples in his fingers. I moaned.
“Good morning, daddy,” I sigh as I grind my ass harder against him.
He kisses my neck and brings me close to the edge as he pulls, and twists, and rubs my nipples.
“I think somebody needs daddy.” He whispered in my ear.
“Yes!” I gasp as he gets me on my hands and knees, I feel him position himself behind me rubbing his cock against my wet slit.
He spreads my ass and eases his cock into me as we both moan with pleasure. He keeps me spread as he slowly moves in and out of me. He watches his cock stretching my tight little cunt, enjoying the sight, before grabbing my hips and pthrusting into me.
I lower myself, face down into the pillows to muffle the sounds of my early morning bliss.
I feel him deep inside me, building up speed, the way he does when he’s going to come soon, I feel my wetness on my thighs and my own orgasm building.
My pillows blocking the random string of “fucks,” “yes,” and, “fuck yes as I feel him pounding his cum deep inside me. I came as he did.
He slides in and out of me slowing down, until he collapses on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulders. Squeezing my hands before rolling back onto his spot and I let my knees give out.
He spreads his arms and taps his chest and I curl up on him catching my breath and enjoying the feeling of his arms around me.
We have sex three more times and the last he tells me he wants to come on my face. He kneels in front of me. His cock ready for my waiting mouth. I look up at him as I take him into my mouth, gripping his ass as I lick and suck and please him.
I take his balls into my mouth as I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking him, while I suck on each of them. He moans and shakes.
“I’m close, princess.”
I can feel his body tense up as he prepares for release. He pulls out of my mouth and starts to stroke himself as he comes on my lips, cheeks, and chin.
I look up at him, covered in his warm, sticky, come and take him back into my mouth, to lap up the last of him. He bends down to kiss me rubbing his come into my cheek.
“Such a good girl, princess.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
I look at the clock and set my alarm for an hour later as he lays next to me. His hands wandering my body. We fall back asleep.
I cannot imagine my weekends without him.