Erotic Fiction: A Full Mouth
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When I got home from work, about an hour after Claire had returned home from her office, I felt defeated. It had been one of the worst days I had had in a long time; everything that seemed to be able to go wrong, did. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cry or just go to sleep, but I knew that I wasn’t ready to think about my stresses for too long.
I peeked into the living room and found Claire sitting on the sofa, a book perched on her knee.
“That bad of a day, huh?” Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, the small lines forming between them. “Did you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head with a sigh, dropping my bag on the hallway floor and shuffling slowly to our bedroom. “I think I’m just going to take a shower and then go to bed. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” Claire rose from her spot on the couch and placed the book on the coffee table. “Want me to join you?” I don’t think anything better could be offered at the moment. While my day was completely crap, at least I could enjoy some time with my girlfriend, seeing her naked, before I crashed for the evening.
She followed behind me into the washroom, slowly peeling off her clothes while keeping balance against the wall: her mustard yellow knit sweater, black pants, solid green panties. I stepped towards Claire to help her unhook her matching bra, dropping it on the ground, overtop her pile of folded clothes in the corner. She returned the favour by pulling my shirt over my head, pressing a chaste kiss to my jaw before removing my belt and pushing down my dirtied work pants.
I was stepping out of my underwear by the time she walked into the narrow shower to run the water, yelping with a laugh when the cold spray touched her skin. I slipped in beside her, closing the glass door behind me and reaching for my washcloth.
The two of us were almost immediately soaked to the bone, hair matted against our faces, Claire’s clinging almost mid-way down her back. We washed ourselves slowly, quietly sharing the stream of water overhead to rinse ourselves of soap, of shampoo, of conditioner. Just showering with her, as simple as it was, felt calming after my horrible day. Her presence was enough to make me forget about it, even if only for a handful of minutes.
I opened the door to grab my towel, but Claire reached out to stop me.
“Close the door. You’ll let the water out.” She smirked, sliding down to her knees before I could question her intentions. The sight of her looking up at me, rivulets of water coursing over her head, streaming over the contours of her face, her shoulders, down the front of her tits. It made me instantly hard. A small noise escaped her mouth as she gripped both of my legs, her head moving between my legs to take my dick in her mouth slowly.
At first, her tongue ran along the length of it teasingly, lips grazing the tip so lightly, it was almost as if she didn’t touch me. My eyes began to close, my attention focused solely on the sensation of her mouth engulfing me. By now, her lips had travelled halfway up my cock, bobbing back and forth in long, languid motions. My hands moved slowly over her shoulders, finding their way to tangle my fingers in her thick, wet hair.
Claire’s mouth opened further, hands gripping the backs of my thighs and pulling me closer to her face. Even with small gagging noises as she deep throated me fully, she seemed fully confident, fully relaxed. I was ready to cum, on the brink of letting everything out, when she pulled back slightly. The sensations dropped, ebbing as she began to trail the tip of her tongue at my sweet spot, just beneath the head.
I wanted to guide her mouth back onto me, to bring me over the edge, but waited as she took her time, gradually building me back up to that place yet again. While her cheeks grew concave with the suction, I cursed under my breath. I thrust my hips back and forth gently against her mouth, creating that perfect rhythm to get me exactly where I needed to go.
“I’m going to cum,” I murmured through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna cum.”
She pulled back and took my dick in her hand, pumping once, twice, so that my cum coated her face in a long line. She ran her tongue over her lips, grinning up at me from where she rested on her knees.
