Morning drop in - fiction (maybe)

Indomin8

When I knocked on the door, there's no answer, so I let myself in with the key you gave me last week. Even though it's been a month since we met, we've gotten to know eachother well enough that we know that what I want, isn't something I can put in my pocket and take with me.
I walk inside and hear the shower beating from behind the door to your ensuite. I put on a devious grin as I make my way to you.
When I open the shower door, your heart stops for a second, but quickly picks up again. We both know you can't keep your hands off of me.
You pull me in to the water, fully dressed and I make some utterance about being in control, but you're already on your knees trying to peal away the wet denim from my always hard cock.
You get my pants down and as you tip the front of my briefs out over the end of my dick, it lunges out narrowly missing your face. You look up, the corner of your mouth upturned.
Now you're where I want you. I grab your head, feeling your wet hair in the palm of my hand I pull your face in sideways and mash your cheek into my cock. Your mouth is all around it but I'm going to drag it out a bit.
Your tongue keeps getting close and even manages to slide across my shaft a few times.
I know you want me in your mouth. I know you are not submissive in any part of your life, aside from this. Your eagerness, in spite of an otherwise cool demeanor, keeps my cock throbbing as I grab your hair and pull you away.
With your mouth open you're already getting eager for the satisfying sensation of filling it up. I can see the want in your eyes. You try to pull away from my hand to get closer to my cock, knowing the gentle sting where strands of hair pull against nerves, isn't going to stop this from happening.
Now your tongue is out, trying to inch ever so slightly closer. It's so close, and you don't even notice the water constantly splashing from my shoulders and raining down on you.
After what seems like an eternity I put my other hand around the base of my dick and push it down so that my head meets your lip. You twist a little to get it and I give you enough slack to pull forward enough to feel the edge of my head on the tip of your tongue.
It's warm and inviting, and now I can't wait any more. I loosen up my grip, while still keeping my hand placed at the spot where your head meets your neck. It feels like I'm holding a finely balanced wineglass as you start to rock back and forth.
As I moan, you know the moment is building where I'm going to assert some dominance. I can see the anticipation and eagerness bubble up as my hand firms up on the back of your head. Your mouth opens, and you ready yourself for all of the horrible and exciting sensations that are coming.
You feel me drive your head forward, and at first, it startles you, but you know this feeling and want this feeling. As always you push forward, trying to get yourself far enough down that hard shaft to touch the base. Sometimes you get close, but there's not enough depth in your throat when I'm this hard. I'm sure you and I both know how ridiculous the noises are that get pushed out of your larynx, but neither of us really cares.
After a few minutes of making you ram yourself into me, I'm ready.
I grab your hair again and pull you off of my cock and let it dangle for a few seconds while your tongue keeps searching for it. I take the shaft in my other hand and start stroking it so that it can occasionally graze your tongue and lips as I get closer. Anticipation builds as you hear the resulting groans that accompany the tightening of my core as I build to climax. A few long moments pass while I start to moan. You watch the pace of my hand increase, just inches from your face. And all at once the gentle groan becomes something more primal, and I spill out as my hand relaxes on your hair. You move in to wrap your lips around me as I cum, which intensifies that orgasm, making me convulse and groan more. I know from conversations you would have never done this, but you like the way it makes you feel now. After everything is done we laugh at how ridiculous this was. My pants are so heavy around my ankles, shirt soaked. I didn't bring a change of clothes. What the hell though. Now we have time to lay around naked while I figure out what I want to do next. Maybe this time I'll focus a little on you.

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