“I’m home,” I call as I come in through the front door. “Are you there?”

The house is silent, and my brow furrows. Usually she comes to the door to greet me. A feeling of unease settles in my stomach.

“Taylor?”

“Can you come up, please?” she calls, her voice coming from the bedroom upstairs. Relief floods through my body. I have to learn to relax. We’re together now. Nothing will go wrong. I follow her voice and run up the stairs. What is going on here? At the doorway, I stop.

I see exactly what’s going on.

She is laid out on the bed, completely naked, her legs are spread, and her hand between her legs as she plays with her pussy. My jaw drops. She looks incredible and she knows it. She smiles at me and slides to the end of the bed, standing up, and twirling around as she approaches me.

“What’s this in aid of?” I ask, and she shrugs.

“Can’t I treat my man after a long day?” she murmurs, and plants a gentle kiss against my lips.

I am already hard, already dizzy with how badly I want her. She pulls back and I catch her hand, the one that’s been between her legs, and pull it to my mouth. I suck on her fingers, one at a time, tasting her, savoring the sweetness of her scent on my tongue. She bites her lip and watches me.

“Don’t move,” she orders, and slides to her knees in front of me.

I watch as she undoes my belt, and makes quick work of pulling down my pants and my underwear. She doesn’t take her eyes away from mine once. The lust in her gaze has my cock rock hard and throbbing. She slowly wraps her hand around my erection and turns her attention to it, flicking her tongue out against her lips as though she can barely restrain herself.

Then she raises her gaze to look at me, as though asking for permission, and her sweet submissiveness mixed with her seductive sexuality is almost enough to get me to blow my load right there and then. With a secret smile, she leans forward and sucks me into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I growl, cupping her head with my hand and holding her in place.

Not that she is going anywhere. No.

She slides her mouth down my entire length in one smooth motion, her mouth sweet and hot. It feels amazing, as she works her tongue up the underside of my cock, along the sensitive seam that sends a shiver pulsating up my entire body. I notice her hand has found its way between her legs again, and feel my cock grow even harder between her lips at the thought this is getting her off so much she had to find some relief.

“I wish I could watch you,” I murmur, and she pulls her mouth off me with a soft “pop”; a thin line of saliva keeps us attached, a reminder of where she’d just been. She looks up at me with a deviant smile.

“I have an idea,” she murmurs, and I raise my eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?”

She climbs back on to the bed, flipping on to her back, and shifts so that her head is right at the edge of the bed. She motions for me to come closer, tilting her head back, and draws me into her mouth at that angle, at the same time sliding her hand back down between her legs to stroke her clit.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, my eyes tracing her naked body as my cock slips back into her mouth, and down her throat. At this angle, she can take me even deeper, allowing me to thrust gently into her. Her hips writhe back and forth on the bed as she grinds against her hand, and the sight of her losing herself to this the same way I am is beyond hot. I etch the scene into my memory, along with the incredible sensations. She slides a hand around my thigh and draws me in closer, shifting her head, and before I know it she is deep-throating me, my cock buried deep inside her mouth as she hungrily works her tongue against me.

Even after all this time I cannot believe my luck. A year ago who would have thought that I would be coming home to be deep-throated by this beyond-sexy woman as she fingers her swollen clit for my viewing pleasure? It doesn’t get much better than this.

She begins to move her hand with more purpose, and I thrust a little harder; I’m getting close. She pushes me a way a little, so she can speak, and I let her.

“Come on my tits,” she breathes, a demand I’d never expect to hear from her but that I’m all too happy to oblige; her breasts are amazing, small and pert and always tempting, and she leans her head down to take my balls into her mouth while I stroke myself over her. She is rocking her hips rhythmically now, hitting her stride, and she is letting out these soft little moans against my skin as she traces her tongue around my balls. The sights, the sounds, the sensations – it is all too much. I stroke my cock once more and it explodes, coating her breasts as she finds her own release below me.

My cock pulses a few times before I relax once more, a slight ringing in my ears like I am returning from another dimension. She slides herself back up the bed and I slide forward to join her.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, closing my eyes and letting my head fall against the pillow. “That was amazing.”

“Glad I can treat you.” She giggles, and I turn to her, this crazy-sexy deviant who has just made me come not ten minutes after I walk through the door.

“Maybe I can return the favor?” I suggest, tracing a finger across her hipbone. She shivers.

“Let’s take a shower first,” she suggests, getting to her feet. “And then we’ll see … if I want to sit on your face.”

I get up and follow her at once. I don’t need telling twice. I land a playful slap on her ass, and she shoots a grin over her shoulder at me.