MILF Expert - Chapter 1
"My goodness! Please, please, fuck me!" she panted, her hips wriggling in my grasp as I glided my tongue over her pussy. "Please, please, I can't hold it in any longer." She reached out to grab my head, but I swatted her arms away.
"Remember who's in control," I ordered. "I'll fuck you when I want or not at all. Got it?"
"Yes, yes, sorry, sorry." She gasped breathlessly, retreating her hands and clenching the sheets. "Oooohhhhhhh" she sighed when I brought another finger into her wet cunt.
"If you don't shut up, I'll need to silence you," I hinted. I climbed up her thrashing body, clutching her jaw and clenching her mouth open. She complied, opening her mouth wide when she saw the black leather gag in my other hand. I pushed it between her teeth, her glistening red lips wrapping around the leather shaft. "Uh, uh...uh" she moaned, her eyes sliding shut as she tasted the familiar taste of leather.
"Hold your position," I told her, and she nodded, biting down on the gag. I grabbed her shoulder and she flipped over onto her stomach, in response to my tug. Without any hesitation, she nestled her palms behind her back, pressing her wrists together so I could secure the pair of leather cuffs with the snap link. She let out another moan when she heard the click and tenderly tugged, savoring the feeling of being restrained and in my control.
I slapped her ass, "Up! You know what I want."
She nodded, attempting to look back at me through her long hair. She wriggled awkwardly, pressing her face into the mattress as she maneuvered her knees forward, raising her hips in the air like a pyramid of smooth, tanned flesh. Once she was in place, I approached, teasing the tip of my cock against her swollen, glistening pussy lips. I stared down at her, taking in the alluring sight of the red leather corset hugging her narrow waist like an hourglass, and relished the sensation of the smooth leather beneath my palm.
"Mease, mease, mease!" she begged through the bit still in her mouth. I slapped her ass again, leaving a matching imprint to the previous strike.
"You'll have to wait. Just because I've been eating you out doesn't mean I'm ready yet. Don't be so greedy."
"Morry" she begged, wiggling her ass against the enticing tip of my dick but making no effort to push it in. She knew that if she got impatient, I'd only tease her more, so she desperately tried to control herself. Her breaths came in short, panting gasps through her nose as her body fought against the overwhelming arousal.
I slid the crotch of her lacy red undies to the side and smeared my cock with her juices before slowly guiding my cock into her waiting cunt. She moaned when she felt my erection inside her and her pussy squeezed my cock like a loving embrace. Her hands clenched into fists, her blushing red fingernails glowing in the candle's light as she felt my length slide into her. "Mmmmmmmmmm" she moaned, a long, deep growl of sheer satisfaction as I reached my maximum depth.
As with my earlier oral action, I launched into a long, slow rhythm, pulling back until my cock slipped out, then slamming back in as deep as I could. Her hips rocked in reply, pushing back against my groin as she attempted to get as deep as she could before I withdrew.
After a few minutes, I increased my tempo, using my hands to grip her hips and yank her back hard as I drove myself in. With no resistance from her restrained hands, she slid forward.
I pulled on the reins attached to the bit gag, elevating her head. She grunted in discomfort as the bit dug into her cheeks, but she made no effort to resist. I hoisted her body up, perched at an angle between the bit and my strong torso. I fucked her hard, ripping back on the reins with each thrust.
"Nnnngggghhh, mmmmhhhhgggg." She groaned, the undulation of her body against me and the trembling spasms she felt from her cunt revealed she was on the brink of orgasm.
"Wow, you really are an excellent fuck," I grunted, and she moaned with pleasure, reveling in the compliment.
Catherine's long dark hair flew around as she threw her head back and forth, stubbornly fighting against the reins to pull my member as deep into her hot, wet body as possible. Her breath wheezed through the gag, accompanied by the audible slapping of our bodies coming together as I drove my hips hard against her backside. The bed creaked ominously beneath us, and I could feel the heavy wooden frame sliding across the floor in response to our fervent lovemaking.
"Cum!" I half-yelled, my voice strained with desire. Catherine had been fighting to hold back her orgasm, trying to make me cum first but I had been building hers up for far too long.
"Nnnngggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, furiously shrugging her shoulders and pushing her butt back against me. I felt her pussy wrap around my shaft with almost crushing force, squeezing it unbearably tight as she finally allowed herself to succumb to the orgasm she had long been denied.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh" I groaned, my balls tightening against me as she virtually ripped my load from me. I felt my semen racing through my shaft, desperate to spray deep within her. Splurt after splurt of my hot, sticky sperm shot deep inside her.
"Mmmmmmm" she moaned with each splurt, the sensation of the warm liquid filling her causing yet another wave of orgasmic contractions. Her entire body shook, her breasts swaying suggestively under her like two distended water balloons as she howled into the gag buried between her teeth. Her arms tensed, lifting her bound wrists from her back as her painted nails reached out to greedily clutch at my chest.
"Gnnaaaaahhhhh!" she howled again, then fell limp and unconscious as her orgasm finally subsided, leaving her drained and spent. I loosened my grip on the reins, allowing her head to slump down onto the bed. Her body continued to twitch, residual spasms of arousal and satisfaction running through her like aftershocks post-earthquake. She gave a soft moan as I pulled out, softly squeezing her pussy in an effort to hold me inside her for just a few more moments.
I collapsed onto the bed beside her, gasping for air. She squirmed over in an attempt to keep my side dry from any leaks. I walked towards the bathroom, unhooking her cuffs and removing them from the wall. When I returned, she had shifted around to keep me dry and had wrapped her arms around me, gently tugging me towards her and locking her lips to mine. Her body pressed daintily against my chest through the delicate lace of her corset, one leg wrapping around mine and squeezing. I reeled back to push her off of me with a slight chuckle.
"Thanks, that was unbelievable." She softly murmured, her gaze locked onto me intently with her gleaming, fathomless eyes.
I hugged her tenderly, feeling her small shudder or pleasure at the gesture. "You deserved that, I'm sorry I've been so preoccupied with work lately."
"No, no, it's okay." She said swiftly, moving towards me, clutching my chest with her delicate hands.
I allowed her to escape my embrace but sighed, rising from the bed and padding into the bathroom. When I emerged, she was now completely naked, slipping into silk pyjamas. She crawled back into bed beside me, snuggling against me from behind like a large spoon. She snaked her arm around mine, her fingers teasing my chest hair. I felt her tits pressed up against my back through the silky material of her top, and she nuzzled my neck gingerly, whispering quietly into my ear.
"I love you Thomas."
Catherine was a prime example of an older woman trying to live up to modern beauty standards, in her mid-forties and single by circumstance rather than choice. Due to growing up in an era where skinny celebrities like Britney Spears, Megan Fox, and Jennifer Aniston dominated media, her self-esteem took a hit. Her curvaceous body, also known as being 'thicc' or 'stocky', didn't help matters either. With men who were attainable only inflicting further damage to her esteem, it was a difficult combination.
In my eyes, however, she was a substantial lady. Although she might not have been on the heavier side, her body type leaned toward being built like a brick wall.
My initial encounter with her was as if I had witnessed a sexy older woman attempting to be a sexy, slim younger woman. Slightly intoxicated and engaged in a conversation, she practically threw herself at me. Her attraction to a younger man was a dream she cherished, especially considering her current male companions. Yet, I had been slow and careful in getting closer to her, diligently keeping away from potential risks.
A practical year later, I proposed moving in together and she excitedly accepted the proposal. Not only did she finally have a younger man attracted to her, but she also moved to a higher standard of living. I left out the detail that her wealth was, in fact, massive. When it came to business, Catherine was a powerhouse. This businesswoman persona eliminated all the defenselessness she showed otherwise.
The morning we had both woken up, I found her already up and fixing breakfast. The bacon, eggs, and toast for me were all on the table, and in her place, sparse egg white omelets with spinach. Subtle things like that where she would favor me never failed to surprise me. My gratitude was relatively small in the grand scheme of things. She was a good provider.
"Brad and Katie are coming over for dinner tonight," she said with a cheery tone that held a tinge of nervousness.
I relayed my acknowledgment while chewing my morning meal, half-listening since I knew she'd cover it all.
"Please, just be patient with him," she urged, emphasizing her feelings of wanting these two, who had so much of a likeness to her but were a generation younger, to grow fond of me.
"I'll be patient," I promised begrudgingly, practicing the very stuff I'd been trained for. Just a few moments and she finished the kitchen cleanup, grabbed her travel mug, kissed me on the cheek, remarked on being late, and hastily exited the home.
After settling in for a bit, I ready myself for the visit and left my current place alone, headed toward a construction site. An evening at home with a well-to-do family always had the twist of dreading it.
Later in the evening, I sat on the sofa, awaiting their arrival. My beer nursed as I watched the busy figure in the kitchen. I learned lessons of her disliking aid, so I just stood back. When the doorbell rang, she was the first to respond; I stepped in to see her daughter Katie hug her before greeting me. A 20-year-old girl with dark shoulder-length hair and curvaceous figure just like Catherine, Katie took a liking to me in a friendly manner.
"Tom," said the son, Brad, as he entered the room and swiftly fixed his shoes' laces. I nodded, meeting the tantrum-prone man as he poured himself a high-end whiskey. Another useless descendant from a history of abusive relationships, she had passed this entitlement along to her son. As if he wasn't convinced he was a king, he commanded the room with his surly presence. I held my fist, anxious to make my point, but Catherine gripped my arm gently and appealed to me with her beseeching eyes–I had to patiently deal with his attitude. "Brad" I greeted dryly, and he nodded slightly, uninterested in acknowledging the rest of us. Despite his disregard, even the smallest forms of favor from Catherine pleased me.
During dinner, the atmosphere was strained. Catherine and Katie tried their utmost to keep the chatter flowing, but all we received from Brad were grunts and jokes as he eagerly stuffed his mouth with food. After devouring his dessert, he pressed back his chair and spoke his first complete sentence of the night.
"I want my money now."
Catherine placed her fork down on her plate. "Brad, it's still mid-month. Your transfer will take place as always on the 30th."
The twenty-two-year-old depended on his mother's monetary support. While it wasn't my business, he was so demanding about it, causing me to grind my teeth.
"Give it to me now," he insisted.
"Brad, you get your money at the conclusion of each month, you know that. If you can't handle your finances..."
"Shut up!" he screeched, banging his hand on the table. "Don't try to be a mother to me now, you fucking idiot. Just give me what you owe me and stop wasting my time."
Catherine was taken aback by the tone, reaching for her phone to open her banking app. I had heard enough and pushed my chair back with a scraping sound as I stood up.
"Apologize." I commanded.
"Shut up, you aren't my dad. You are just some other guy with your dick in her mouth." He taunted.
"No, I'm not your dad, and I'm certain that we're both satisfied with that. How your mother allows you to speak to her is one thing, but I won't tolerate this jerk insulting my girlfriend anymore."
"Or what?"
I leaned on the table. "Or I'll beat the living hell out of you."
He snorted, confident that his mother would not let her boyfriend touch her son. I felt Catherine's hand clasp my wrist, "Please Tom, it's fine."
I withdrew my arm from her grip. "No!" I retorted, and she recoiled. "What you let him say to you is your affair, but I will no longer tolerate this immature punk disrespecting my girlfriend."
I turned back to him, his arrogant grin not benefitting the situation at all. I shoved him in the shoulder, sending him tumbling to the floor. "Apologize or we'll take this outside."
He swung at me wildly, but I blocked it using my forearm. His next punch was also blocked, and I allowed the third to strike my cheek. My eyes burned with pain, but not as badly as it should have. Learning from his first two swings, this youngster had no understanding of how to fight. He flailed from the shoulder, but his wrist was quite loose, delivering nearly no power.
I struck him in the stomach, causing him to collapse with a wheeze. I knew how to fight. He attempted to attack me again, but I evaded it, striking him hard in the kidney, making him emit a satisfying scream of agony. He fell to his knees and began to be sick. I grabbed him by the collar of his pricey athletic jacket and dragged him to the door, shoving him outside onto the lawn just as he started throwing up the food he'd inhaled.
Catherine pushed past me and assisted him to his feet, but he pushed her aside and fell to the ground. I moved towards him when he tried to retaliate against her and he cowered back. "I'm calling the cops, you assaulted me." He yelled.
"Really? Of the two of us, I'm the only one with any form of injury." I replied, gesturing to where my cheek was starting to swell. "And if you do, I'll tell them that you mentioned you have a gun in your car."
"That's bullshit, I never said that!" he objected, trying to wipe vomit from his chin.
"No, but I'm sure you wouldn't want them to find what you actually have in your car. You're no longer a kid, and the judge would enjoy seeing you in court again. No more probation – you've achieved the big leagues now, boy."
His eyes widened as he looked at his customized Honda. "Get the fuck out of here, and we'll consider this even." I instructed, and he hastily retreated to his car, squealing its tires as he left. I walked over to where Catherine lay crying on the grass. I extended my hand to assist her to her feet, but she pushed it away.
"He's a good boy, it's all my fault. You didn't have to hit him." She wailed.
I felt Kate come to my side and place her hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, I'll help her." She stated, and I stepped aside as she assisted her mother to her feet and led her back into the house. Later, she came up to me and laid her hand on my shoulder.
"In gratitude, thank you. He's earned it for years." She responded, gazing up at me with a contented smile.
I exhaled. "Will you manage to convince your mom of that?"
She looked down the hallway to the bedroom. "Mom has consistently blamed herself, but Brad is dad's fault. Perhaps she'll start to realize this now."
I escorted her to the door and held her coat open. She rose on her toes to plant a kiss on my cheek. "You're great for mom, I'm certain she'll forgive you soon."
I beamed down at her. "I hope so, my culinary skills are abysmal."
I waited until late in the night to climb into bed. She was already asleep, and when I slid in beside her, she muttered and reached for my hand, tugging it over her shoulder and snuggling against me. The subsequent days would be challenging, but at least tonight we were at peace.
Four testing and uneasy days later, I received a text.
"What time do you think you'll be home tonight?"
"Around 6. The assignment is mostly accomplished, just cleaning up." I responded.
"Message me when you leave, please." She wrote back, and I sighed. I understood what that meant, and although I had been chomping at the bit to escape the doghouse, I wouldn't be satisfied with the price.
I parked in the driveway and sauntered up to the door, taking off my work boots before I entered. She was waiting for me, kneeling on a small rug in the hallway with her hands on her knees and her head down. I took a deep breath and perused her thoroughly.
Her hair had been styled and was piled on top of her head, some tendrils trailing down to frame her nape and shoulders. Her lips were dark red, matching her manicured nails and her makeup was one step up from corporate-professional and one step below high-class escort. She had on her black satin corset, her large DD breasts compressed to form a chasm in cleavage with some glitter in the candlelight. Connected stockings with garters spiralled down to her thighs. Shiny black stilettos with that red sole everyone seemed to adore encased her feet as she knelt there waiting for my acknowledgement.
I deposited my cooler and boots, then hung up my jacket as if she wasn't there. Only when I had completed my tasks did I acknowledge her, bending down to lift her chin and push her head back. Her eyes averted, and I tightened my grasp until she gazed up at me, brown eyes twinkling behind her long lashes.
"Dinner?" I grumbled.
"Steak, asparagus, twice baked potatoes, and beer." She whispered softly.
"You ate before?"
"Yes."
"Excellent" I replied, pulling her into her feet by the leash. She rose gracefully and glided to the table, clicking her heels as she followed me to pull out my chair. I nestled into my seat and relaxed as I waited for her. She crawled beneath the table, unzipped my trousers, and slowly enclosed my hard pole in her warm, wet mouth. I enjoyed my supper, steak, and sipped my beer between forkfuls as I relished her attentions. Quiet sighs punctuated my chewing as she gently rocked her head back and forth on my shaft. I was not unused to the kiss of a woman on my cock, but she always put heart into it, and I had learned to sit back and enjoy instead of attempting to manage the scenario.
After about fifteen minutes, I completed my beer and set down my cutlery on the table with a clink. Subtle thumps as she finished her task, and she maneuvered out from underneath the table. I led her up the stairs, leaving her standing in the middle of the room while I settled in an armchair in the corner. The armchair seemed out of place in a bedroom, maybe a chair by a window where someone would read. Actually a throne where I sat to judge.
"Catherine, why am I upset with you?" I asked abstractly, turning slightly away from her.
"Because you allowed Brad to insult you in front of me. You lacked the fortitude to stand up to your own son." She replied quietly.
"Incorrect." I asserted calmly. "You have been bullied and insulted by men your entire life. Expecting you to change so radically in such a short period of time is unreasonable. Catherine, why am I upset with you?"
She hesitated, her fingers tightening anxiously as she clasped her hands before her. "It's because I was angry with you when you defended Brad. I was simply taking his side." She uttered in a shaky voice.
"Nope." I answered this time with more force. "Brad is your child, even though he turned out to be that way. As a mother, it's natural to want to protect your child. Catherine, why am I upset with you?"
The question lingered in the air as I tapped my fingers on the chair's arm. Eventually, in a shameful voice she replied. "I've been behaving like a petulant teenager. Instead of discussing what happened with you, I was harsh towards you. You were standing up for me because I refused."
"Four days!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the chair's arm. She winced due to the power and anger in my voice, and I winced within myself for unintentionally hitting her. "Four days of this cold shoulder silent treatment nonsense, and on the second day you knew it was wrong. I noticed when it occurred, but you didn't have the courage to rectify it. You continued for another two days until you eventually mustered the guts to put this mess together."
Tears streamed down her face but she maintained her stance before my displayed rage. Early in our relationship, I had realized that when Catherine felt she had done something wrong, she also craved to feel she had been punished for it. If I forgave her too hastily, she'd become a Stage 10 clinger, fearing that my forgiveness was an act and I was still irritated and planning to abandon her. It is annoying as hell to have a hot MILF who wants to make you happy, yet it gets tiring.
"Four days of handling your behavior.", I stated. I held up four fingers. "Followed by three attempts to make you acknowledge your fault.", I held up three more. "And, yet another reason is the steak was overcooked.", I added as I lifted another. In truth, it was done perfectly, however, I hated odd numbers.
I walked towards a dresser and retrieved a leather strap, a wooden paddle and a leather flogger from a drawer. "So, what discipline will it be this time?"
"The paddle, sir." She responded apprehensively.
I took the paddle and tapped it against my palm. I always permitted her to choose the device, it made me feel less guilty regarding what I was about to do. "Bend over."
She bent over, nearly bending in half while grabbing her ankles. It was fortunate that she had been engaging in yoga or else this position would have been excruciating, especially in that constrictive corset. Her breasts were pressed tightly against her stocking-clad thighs as she wound her arms around her legs, holding herself in place. I signed as I regarded her behind, big, round, and firm like a ripe pumpkin. I ran my hand over it, savoring the feel. I grabbed the paddle in the other hand, battling the feeling of diminishing it as if I was painting over the Mona Lisa.
Thwack!
"One." She counted.
Thwack!
"Two."
"This is for your behavior over the past two days." I explained, rubbing my palm over the now red skin.
"Yes, sir." She whispered in a humble tone.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. "Five, six, seven." She continued.
"Also, this is for your inability to accept your mistake.", I stated harshly.
She nodded, not trusting her voice, her body shaking with the strain of maintaining the position.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. "Eight, nine, ten." She stammered.
"And for messing a terrific steak.", I snarled and landed the final blow. She sobbed in remorse and pain, her behind shaking as she continued to hold her uncomfortable posture. I walked to a drawer and placed the paddle back, then took a seat in the chair.
"Stand up." I ordered.
She slowly straightened, wincing as she did. Her makeup was smeared and her chest heaved as she endeavored to control her breathing. She glanced at me uneasily, biting her lip.
"Are we done here?" I inquired softly.
She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around my legs as she buried her face in my lap. "I'm sorry, oh I'm so sorry Thomas." She cried profusely. "Please, please forgive me. You do so much for me, and I don't deserve you."
I stroked her hair, placing a comforting hand on her shoulders as I let her emotions pour out of her like a broken dam. She enumerated her flaws and my virtues in a litany I had heard repeatedly. I enabled her to vent, cursing the people who had perverted her. Although I adored the BDSM aspect of her submissive personality, I despised the S&M facet she believed she warranted. Chastising was alright, but beating was not.
Eventually, she regained control of herself and raised her head, wiping her eyes while blushing. She looked guiltily down at the wet spot on my lap and attempted to remove it awkwardly.
"Excuse me." She said timidly.
Holding her chin up, I gazed into her eyes, "It's okay, why don't you help me take them off?" I suggested with a grin.
Eagerly, she reached for my belt and began tugging it away from my waist. I took off my pants, following her lead. She admired my now flaccid cock, carefully brushing her fingers across it. Her eyes got teary, "Am I ugly?" she questioned softly.
"No, my dear, you look lovely," I reassured her.
Her precious lips closed around my cock, dancing a gentle rhythm along its length. They say eyes are the window to our soul, but I could've sworn hers had heart-shaped stars glittering within them. With a satisfied grin, I held onto her tresses, maintaining a firm grip. "Should I continue?" she asked.
"Yes, please, my pet. This is what I wanted," I whispered, sensing her delight.
I yanked her hair back, pushing her head against my shaft. When she pulled away, her mouth rested on the tip, her tongue caressing its head. "Should I suck you?" she asked.
I agreed with a subtle pull, allowing her to take me into her mouth. She kneeled submissively, resting my now growing cock in her palm, relishing her role as a devoted lover. With a nod, I injected enthusiasm into her, "Yes, proceed." Her hand guided her head onto my member, taking me deep down her throat. I tugged at her hair, experiencing the delicate texture of her locks.
She pulled away, but not before locking eyes with me, "Is this good?" she inquired.
"Very good," I complimented gladly.
Yet once again, my hard cock was sucked off by her willing lips. Her hands clutched at my thighs, her balance shifting with each deliberate motion. I marveled at her skillful deepthroat ability, adjusting the pace accordingly. "How come you can last longer?" I joked.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, winking at me before teasing me. I opened her mouth, guiding her back onto my shaft, relishing her devoted attention. I engaged her with the same technique, resulting in her throat closing around my throbbing member.
I stood, aiding her off the bed. I summoned her forward holding her by the waist, "Lie down, baby girl". Although she was already a mature woman, she complied, legs open wide as if to welcome me to her depths. Her arms swiftly crossed above her head, her eyes glimmered with excitement, eagerly awaiting my penetration, hips wiggling each time my strokes became stronger.
Her curlish locks framed her face, rosy lips slightly parted and her eyes glowing, anticipating the use of her body for my pleasure. Her double D-sized tits bounced seductively in their satin cups, nipples erect for attention. Her small waist cinched in tightly beneath her ample hips, her muscular thighs covered in the lace band of her stockings. The slick wetness of her pussy glistened under dim lights, yearning for entry.
Using her own juices as a lubricant, I slid the tip of my cock along her entrance, mapping out her folds with my dick. Heat caressed my shaft as she twisted and writhed, swept away by the pleasure. She bit her lip, grinding her body into my pelvis. Her fingers intertwined, rooted themselves in my back, her nails dug deep into my skin, thoroughly submitting without struggle.
"Fuck me good. I'm dirty." She longed, riding my wandering dick, pushing me deeper each time I thrust to satisfy her need.
I complied and rolled over, allowing her to take the reins, savoring her every movement. She hovered above me, her sweet ass in the air. I cupped both her cheeks and urged her on.
"Why are you...!" she started asking when I clamped my hand over her lips, cutting her off.
"You're the one in control here. I'm just the toy. Perform for me."
"Rub your boobs, I enjoy watching you touch yourself." I said and she obediently started to squeeze her gigantic titties. I admired her as she got lost in her joy, hip-grinding against me while squeezing and tweaking at her boobs and nipples. Her eyelids drooped and her mouth hung open while she arched her back and moaned when I ran my thumb over her poop chute.
"Yes, please, please, there." She moaned, moving her cooch in small circles around my manhood. She humped her shoulders and clenched her fists into her fleshy bosons, leaving dark red scratches from her own nails.
She worked her nethers back and forth, her ass and thighs flexing while the bed creaked like an oak tree in a tempest. Her head wobbled on her shoulders as she moaned in unfettered gratification. "Ooohhhhhhh god."
"Yeah baby, cum for me. Cum for me hard." I murmured and she soon complied. Her powerful thighs squeezed my hips while she shuddered and trembled.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my god, fffuuuuuuccckkk!" she shrieked as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body. I felt her junk box tightening around my dong like a ravenous calf sucking for food and I responded to her command. I sprayed my dribble up inside her like a geyser, pivoting my torso against her as I climaxed.
"Nnnngggghhhhhh" I gurgled, then crumpled onto the bed.
She fell forward, pancaking me beneath an avalanche of curls, satin and jugs. Her paws gripped for my visage as her smacker searched for my smackers. She kissed me rabidly, her tongue snaking over my lips and choppers as she whimpered and gurgled into my mouth. I embraced her, keeping her close in a soothing shell while I felt her watery cheeks dribble onto me.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tom. I'm so sorry." She whimpered, holding me tight with desperate might.
"It's alright, it's alright baby." I consoled her, wrestling to inhale under the weight of her now limp body and the thick dark hair encompassing my peepers.
She heaved herself up, gazing down at me with red-rimmed peepers. She stroked my cheek and gnawed her marked lip, struggling with her thoughts.
"Tom, I, I want to.... I want to say." she stuttered nervously.
I beamed up at her, tolerantly awaiting to determine if this was the day. I comprehended what she wanted to utter, I had heard her murmur it numerous times when she suspected I wasn't listening. If I had told her she would have been thrilled, but she needed to voice it first. If I ever craved her to be a partner instead of a well-trained floor mat then she needed to be able to express what she contemplated without fear of how I might react.
"Yeah, baby?" I prompted.