Breakfast In Bed

I caught
The look in
His eyes
Just before
He grabbed
My shoulders and
Spun me around,
Dragging me
To the edge
Of my bed.
Head hanging,
I barely had time
To wet my lips and
Gather a mouthful
Of spit before
Getting a mouthful
Of cock.
Breathing and
Opening my throat
Upside down was
A fun challenge.
I braced myself,
Hands on his thighs,
Controlling the depth,
Slowing the speed,
Then he slapped them
Away and
Crossed them.
Held them.
I had no leverage,
No control.
I was fighting to
Keep my mouth
Unsmiling and
Round fighting for
Breath fighting
The return of
My long lost
Gag reflex
Fighting to
Keep my throat
Open fighting to
Protect him from
My teeth and then
He bent forward,
Over me,
Bracing himself
On his arms and
Lowered his
Body to mine,
Lowered his
Mouth to
My pussy.
And the distraction
Nearly ruined my
Concentration but
I had my hands
Back and didn’t
Hesitate to
Use them.
Then he stood up and
The angle shifted and
Between my hands
On his ass and
His hands on
My head and my
Mouth on his
Cock and
His cock down
My throat
We found
A rhythm and
He soon said,
If you keep going
I’m gonna shoot.
And I thought,
Humming my consent,
Well fuck yeah.
That’s kinda
The entire point.
And when he
Came
In my throat
I couldn’t
Taste him enough
So I backed off
To catch him on
My tongue,
Swirled and sucked
Until he was done and
Then he was out
Of my mouth and
Flat on his back and
I spun myself
Around to
Lie beside him
Licking the taste
Of him off my lips.
The look in his
Eyes was softer.
Good morning,
He said,
Breath ragged,
You’re fun.
Yes, I said,
Smiling and
A little dizzy,
It fucking was.
And yes, I said,
Leaning in,
Touching my lips
To his,
Sharing
The taste
Of him
With him,
I absolutely
Fucking
Am.