Buck Me Cowboy

“Sit down,” come the words, while my heart races. Oh my god, what does he have planned next?

“Baby,” I plead. He knows what he’s doing teasing me with his expert tongue.

“We have to have dessert,” he says as if it’s obvious, before softly kissing the pads of my fingertips.

I’ve never wanted to skip dessert a day in my life, but tonight I’m dying sitting across from Tyler as he slowly licks the cream from his spoon. Deciding to join him in his little game, I dip my fingers in my own bowl and lick my fingers clean as he did. Clenching his jaw, I watch him move his hand beneath the table to adjust that growing cock and my heart flutters wildly.

But before I can finish the bowl, Tyler rises from the table and takes it before quickly shoveling my remaining dessert into his mouth with two heaping scoops.

I squeal watching him quickly wash the two dishes before leaning down and swooping me into his arms. Loud laughs escape my throat as he tickles my neck while carrying me up the steps before gently laying me on soft sheets.

“You should be naked by the time I get back,” he whispers in a dark tone that lets me know it’s more than a suggestion. Unable to speak under his intimate glare, I simply nod and watch him disappear into the en suite.

Jumping to my feet, I scramble through my drawer of underclothes, searching for the negligee he gave me a while back. Most times our sessions are spontaneous and impromptu, so I’ve never had the opportunity to dress before Tyler is shoving his cock in me and making me scream.

But as I struggle with the tiny bit of nothing, my arms get tangled. There’s a mix of black straps and several swatches of cream lace, but I don’t know which way is up. After struggling some more, probably looking like a headless chicken, the straps twist to lie flat against my soft skin and I breathe easy, adjusting the cups. Well, what can be called cups, they’re so tiny and sheer, barely even covering my nipples.

Luckily the matching panties are quite simple, with only two extra straps above the briefs, which make my waist look much smaller than it is. Looking into the mirror, my eyes grow wide.

Holy shit, I’m a sexpot! comes the thought unbidden. The negligee has lifted my breasts so like they’re two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Fluffing my hair, I blow a kiss at myself, giggling quietly.

“Goddamn, you look amazing,” comes a low growl from behind. Tyler’s behind me, I can feel it rather than hear it, and I spin to see him wiping droplets from his neck with a white towel, those blue eyes trailing every inch of my curvy body. But he’s the one who’s gorgeous. Those pecs are defined and muscular, abs the perfect six pack. And that dong. That huge length protrudes from the towel wrapped around his waist, making my mouth water.

And I’ve gained new confidence as well. So instead of waiting for him to make a move, I purr again.

“Thank you,” I say, stalking towards him like Catwoman, and for the first time in our three months together I feel in complete control as he stands rooted in place, long dick growing before my eyes. When I lift on tippytoes to kiss his soft lips, the alpha remains still, so I run my tongue across his mouth before kissing his jawline and neck. Gone is the saltiness, replaced by the fresh clean flavor of man that I love so much.

His cock presses into me as I make my way down his body, licking every droplet of water from his shower. The lingerie has given me an extra layer of confidence and empowered, I get on my knees, his hard cock directly in front of my face. My mouth waters as I slow my seduction to make him wait, watching as his balls rise slowly. Umm, he’s real horny, just the way I like.

“Maisie, please,” he grunts, thrusting his cock forward, confirming my suspicion.

“Please what?” I ask before biting my bottom lip in the way I know drives him crazy. His cock grows shiny from the pre-cum coating the head of his manhood. Throwing his head back, he speaks to the ceiling, control level obviously plummeting.

“Suck it, Maisie,” he bites through his teeth. He must not like this game so much from the other side.

He’s had enough torture, so I slowly run the flat of my tongue across the tip of his cock, soaking up his arousal before humming my delight. Tyler always tastes so sweet after a long shower. Lining slow, sloppy kisses up the shaft, I sense his impatience as he shifts his weight and drops his hand to my hair.