LUCKY GIRL
When I arrived at his house, he was already in the kitchen preparing dinner, wearing only grey cotton trousers, shirtless, with his back to me.
I approached him, hugged him from behind, kissed his shoulder and rested my cheek against his back. It felt so good to smell him after a day of work.
He turned around, still within my arms, and pressed his lips to mine.
"Tonight I'll take care of dinner, baby. Go take your shower."
I nodded and tried to hurry. I put on one of his oversized t-shirts, tied up my hair, and returned to the kitchen.
I stood silently leaning against the door frame.
I loved watching him cook, the way he moved, the muscles in his back moving in harmony with his arms, animated by the music playing in the background, sipping from the glass of wine he liked to have nearby while cooking.
"Damn Júlia... lucky girl!", I thought enchanted by the scene unfolding before my eyes.
I noticed he had already prepared another glass of wine on the table behind him. I picked it up and leaned against the counter next to him as I sipped the wine.
"Is this how you usually do it...?" I asked, challenging him.
He just chuckled, rolled his eyes, and continued chopping the vegetables.
I couldn't take my eyes off him...
"Stop biting your lip, Júlia! I want to finish this!"
"Or what?" I asked.
He calmly put down the knife, rinsed his hands, walked over to me, took the glass from my hand, placed it on the counter, pressed me against the cold stone.
"We're feeling very confident today, aren't we, Kitty?" he asked seriously.
I bit my lip again as I looked away from his eyes.
There was something in those eyes that made me feel the most vulnerable person on earth, but at the same time, the queen of the world.
He quickly placed his hand under my chin and redirected my gaze to his.
He kissed me gently, while his hands roamed down my back, passing by my buttocks, squeezing them firmly and, in one swift movement, lifted me and sat me on the counter, fitting himself between my legs.
He kissed me again, but this time with intensity, pulling me towards him as I wrapped my legs around the body I desired so much.
He knelt in front of me, placing my knees over his shoulders, and wasted no time in running his tongue over me.
I let my head fall back and couldn't contain the moan.
The way he kissed me, sucked me, licked me, was heavenly... he knew my body as well as I did, if not better.
I looked down again and, letting my body lean back a bit, I placed a foot on his shoulder to expose myself even more to that wonderful mouth.
Without detaching his lips from me, he wrapped my thighs with his arms and anchored me in a way that I couldn't move much.
"Baby...", I said without being able to finish.
I felt his tongue enter me and that's when I lost control.
"I'm going to come, Daddy..."
He didn't falter and stayed immersed in me as I exploded in his mouth.
He kissed one of my thighs gently and stood up.
He embraced me, put me back on the ground, and hugged me until I caught my breath.
"Feeling calmer? Can I finish dinner?" he asked in a relaxed voice, a hint of eagerness.
I looked up, massaged him over his pants, and smiled.
"No! I want you inside me, Daddy!"
His eyes sparkled, he moistened his lips, and in one swift motion, he turned me around, bent me over the counter, and pushed my feet apart with his.
"Do you want that, kitty?" he asked, with a touch of eagerness in his voice.
I didn't have time to respond.
He slid into me, all at once, deep into my being, and stayed still for a moment.
"Fuck...", he said, as if he had been waiting for that moment his whole life.
He started moving in me slowly, savoring the moment...
"That's it, baby...", it felt amazing to have him there, filling me, making me his.
I held onto him..., and he pushed even deeper, increasing the rhythm of his movements, thrusting hard, intensely.
He grabbed my hair, pulled my head towards him, stopped, lying on top of me, and pressed his lips to my ear.
"I want to explode while looking into your eyes!", he whispered.
My whole body trembled.
He straightened up, I turned to face him, looked at him, and he smiled with a hint of denial, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"No, kitty... you misunderstood...", he said, forcing my body to lower until I was kneeling in front of him, with my back to the furniture.
I averted my gaze and admired the beautiful sight I had at that moment.
"Kitty...?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Eyes on mine! Always!" he commanded imperatively.
I bit my lip and ran my tongue over it. I felt him throbbing in my hand..., I ran my tongue again and didn't hesitate to take him in without reservation.
His pupils dilated, his eyes glazed over, radiating a desire that burned inside me.
I started to suck him, letting my lips, my tongue, my mouth translate in movements the passion I felt for him.
He lost control, placed a hand between my head and the furniture, and thrust into me, making me gag with each thrust.
The tears that formed relieved the heat I felt on my skin as they rolled down my face, and besides blurring my vision, I kept my gaze fixed on his.
He increased the pace until he stopped deep in my throat and filled my mouth with a delicious orgasm.
He placed both hands on the counter and stayed there for a moment to catch his breath, while I did the same, but sitting on the floor.
He lifted me up, wiped away my tears, kissed me affectionately, and hugged me again.
"Kitty..., I'll finish dinner while you take another shower?"
"Yes, baby."
"Good girl." and he kissed my forehead.
Written by Júlia Pires de Castro.
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