by DaddyO
After a night out on the town, people all around were complimenting us on your elegance.
We returned home and you straightened up the room while I showered.
I had you remove the red dress I approved and picked out for you when earlier in the day you sent a mirror selfie.
I had set aside this night to decide our lips would first meet.
They indeed met while you dried me off, getting wet.
With force they smeared a wierd crimson that was supposed to stay in place.
You nodded like noddy girls always do, your eyes down.
I required you to look up into mine.
"Mine!"
My cock engorged and hard, I grabbed your hair and flipped you bare upon the bed you had made.
You gave to me such chemistry and turned my question marks into apostrophes and exclamation points.
When I was done filling you with fun with some thing you had never had inside, I turned onto my belly and relaxed.
I knew you were taxed, but with my face in the pillow I asked: "scratch my back the way you know I like it."
With my head turned away, your nails caressing my flesh, in tandem with my goosebumps, I literally could hear you smile.
Just a bit too much detail on
Just a bit too much detail on the intimacy, but the final phrase, about hearing her smile, is so impressive and so apt a conclusion that I can hardly fine sufficient words to describe it.
Starward