HappyComeLucky

He is mine. I am his. We switch. Our dynamic is amazing and fluid. I’m Domme, and, I am held down and beaten. There is a greed and desperation for each other when we reconnect after time apart. The passion and connection sweeps the world away.

Later on, after an exhausted rest while entwined with each other, we explore each other in new ways. We have a rhythm to our time together. There are the things that we know and need. And, there are the things where we explore.

He wears knickers for me. Beautiful satin and lace ones. Ones that make me ache to feel his cock in. Ones that make me need to kiss the shape of him through them. He’d already arrived in a beautiful pair that had made me whimper. But now, he’d changed and put on the pair I had given him. I had wobbled about giving them to him once they had arrived. They were much tinier than I had thought. The triangle of lace seemed totally inadequate for the task that it would have. But, I did give them to him. And, he wore them.

The open crotch, which I had worried about, turned into a beautiful way to frame his freshly shaven balls. The scrap of lace just held his beautiful cock. The containment was precarious and it made me growl.

I love the sensation of my tongue on his balls. Licking, sucking, playing with them. The straps of the knickers surrounding them made it even better. Each action of mine, being feedback to me in his response. I lapped and sucked and then licked his full length through that triangle of lace. The heat of his cock, so close and so hot whilst still caged in the material was intoxicating. I licked with my tongue in every way that I knew would drive a response. I used my lips and tongue, going back to his balls and up and down his shaft until the head of his cock couldn’t be contained by the lace any more. I was so tempted to pull his cock free and sink it into my throat but I resisted. This was too hot to stop.

The knickers were soaked with my spit, his cock was throbbing. I couldn’t tell except by taste which of the glistening liquid was mine and which was his precum. I didn’t want to stop, so I didn’t. I licked and worked my tongue and lips over his barely contained by lace, cock until he spurted his beautiful cum. I licked and lapped until the last drop was gone. After kissing and licking his cock as it subsided, I crawled back up his body to curl in his arms as truly the cat who got the cream.