“Fuck,” he mutters as I move my knees, closing the view to him then revealing it. Closing and revealing. Watching his eyes dart to between my legs, then to my face.
He kicks off his shoes and drops his pants, then climbs onto the bed, the head of his cock sticking up out of the waistband of his boxers. When he’s near enough, I leave off playing with my nipples and reach out, taking hold of his shaft and squeezing gently, watching the red helmet swell with the pressure. Val straddles me, coming closer across the bed, and lets me lean forward to take his cock into my mouth. I lap at the hole, running my free hand around the base and underneath to cup his balls, applying a little pressure to make his breathing quicken.
Kissing the tip of his cock, I smile up at him sweetly. “Can I?”
He narrows his eyes. “Can you what?”
“Make you come with my mouth?”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Jesus, Scamp, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I want to taste it. I want to swallow it all down like a good girl. I want you to tell me how well I’ve done.”
I don’t wait another moment for permission. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking in my cheeks and ringing my fingers around the base. My saliva eases the way as I jerk him off with my hand, pumping him as I lick and suck and gently use my teeth to add to the sensation. He doesn’t move this time, it’s not urgent like it was earlier in his office. Now, it’s my turn to take things at my own pace, but I want him. I want to taste him and I want it now.
The flavor of pre-cum spreads with my saliva around my mouth and I start to move faster, tensing my stomach muscles so that I can bob forward and back on the bed, taking him deeper, harder. Sucking and licking. He starts to moan and his balls draw up tight, and I know he’s close.
I meet his eyes and silently urge him to fill me, to fill my mouth and my throat, to give me all he’s got. I blink slowly and he murmurs, “Fuck, Scamp, I’m about to go off. I’m about to fill you. I don’t want you to waste a drop though, not a drop. You catch it with your hand if it spills out.”
Nodding, I make an mm hmm noise, the vibrations adding to the moment until with a low roar I feel his cock swell suddenly, shooting jets of his wonderful seed into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, the taste sweet and salty and indescribable. I swallow, but there’s more, it fills my mouth and leaks out around his cock, and I do as I was told, catching it in my hands as I let him slide out, then licking my fingers clean while he watches.
“Good girl,” he tells me. “That’s my good Scamp. How wet are you for me?”
Without waiting a moment, his hand is clutching between my legs, and I gasp and whimper as his fingers dig into the soft fleshy mound, arching back as I clench my pelvic muscles, holding back what I can.
“Very wet,” he coos. “Very wet for me. Fucking delicious.” He bends down and takes a long sniff. “Very beautiful.”
Taking hold of the waistband of my yoga pants, he lowers them, and I raise my ass to let him pull them away.
“This is the most beautiful sight in the world, baby. I’m so glad you saved it just for me.”
A moment later, I feel his tongue glide along my labia, flicking at my clit, and I cry out, trying desperately to keep my voice under control to avoid waking Pip. She’s had a long day and needs her sleep, but I need my man. I need my Valiant.
“All for you,” I tell him. “Ohhh…”
A rush of liquid pours from me, and I hear him lapping it up, drinking it. When his head next comes up from between my legs, I see his short beard glistening with the moisture as he licks his smiling lips. “Delicious,” he says.
“I love you,” I mutter, and I see his eyes light up.
He clambers across me and pulls open the drawer in the bedside table, pulling something out and hiding it behind his back. A toy? A special lube? I can’t wait as I meet his eyes and grin back.
“Scamp, I know this is sudden,” he says. “But in a way we’ve known each other for years. There’s nobody I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.” He pulls his hand out from behind his back, and I see that he’s holding a small box.
A jewelry box.
Is it?
No, surely it couldn’t. Me? The little Scamper he took pity on for a couple of weeks all those years ago? The girl who wasn’t even wanted by her own parents?