The morning light gently made its way through the curtains, caressing her body as she lay on her side, one arm under the pillow that supported her head as he sat beside the bed watching her sleep, enjoying the way the rays played over the loose curls of her Titan hair.
He looked at his watch, briefly considering calling the office to push back his morning appointments. He knew his secretary would be arriving about now, turning on the lights, getting the files for the day organized. Miss Betsy had been with him since he took over the firm, and he knew his matronly, yet tough as nails, secretary would have everything under control.
The soft sigh that came from the king sized bed made the decision easy. Quickly messaging his change of plans for the day, Damon silenced his phone and put it on the table beside him. He turned his gaze once more to the vision sleeping in his bed.
He watched as her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking her lips. He felt his arousal grow as she moaned while arching her back, pushing her round breasts and taut nipples out while she stretched her arms.
“Good morning luv,” Damon’s voice, low and husky with desire washed over her.
‘Oh, good morning, Sir”, Nichelle responded, as she sat up, pulling the sheet up with her.
Damon’s lips pulled up on one side as he observed the redness on her cheek and unruly hair caused by the pillowcase. She didn’t realize it, but Damon loved this look most of all. The look of a woman who had been so well loved the night before, that she bore the evidence through her deeply satisfied sleep.
“I didn’t expect you to still be here when I woke up,” Nichelle said sleepily, “ Would you like me to make you something to eat before you head to work?” She was a little surprised that he was still home, but every so often, Damon would have a business meeting closer to home than the office, and so he would leave a little later than he typically would.
“I’m not really that hungry,” Damon replied. His eyes told her what he was really hungry for.
Nichelle’s emerald green eyes swept over his very obvious erection. She sat up straighter in the bed, allowing the sheet that had been covering her to drop softly into her lap. The slight breeze from the overhead fan hit her breasts, causing the areolas to pucker and nipples to stiffen. Nichelle quickly lowered her eyes and bit at one corner of her lip as she pushed the sheet off of her naked body and shifted herself, so she was sitting in the Nadu pose --back straight, shoulders back, facing him with her head down, her hands resting on her thighs, palms up.
She kept her eyes down, but she heard his every move. The muted sounds of his shoes dropping onto the carpet caused her heart to beat faster in anticipation. She heard the whisper of his shirt being pulled from his body; the quiet metallic “zip” and “swish” of fabric let her know that he had removed his slacks. Without even looking, Nichelle knew Damon had folded his dress shirt and slacks neatly over the back of the chair to keep them from wrinkling. Finally, she heard the sound of a watch being placed on the dresser. Her body began to tingle from head to toe.
Suddenly, Nichelle’s head was pulled back by a large hand grabbing her hair. The pain was sensuous and felt a ripple of desire spread deep inside her.
“Look at your Dom,” Damon demanded.
Nichelle opened her eyes and looked up.
“Good girl,” he said quietly. “ I am hungry, but not for anything in the kitchen. What are you hungry for, baby girl?” Damon’s eyes glowed fierce with passion.
Nichelle licked her lips again, as she glanced down at his thick, hard cock. “I’m hungry for you,” she whispered, as she raised her eyes to him once more.
Damon tightened his hold on her and drew her to him as she opened her mouth. Taking him in as far as she could, Nichelle let her tongue roam, first running it over and around the head before sucking and teasing the shaft. Drawing him in even more, she gently scraped her teeth up and down the shaft. With one hand stroking what couldn’t fit into her mouth, the fingers of her other hand ran up one thigh and cupped him, gently massaging the maglara. After running her tongue over the tip one last time, Nichelle’s mouth replaced her hand, and she enveloped one large gland in her mouth, gently suckling first one, and then the other.
Damon stood above her, his dark eyes growing even darker as her ministrations drove him ever closer to the brink of ecstasy. He closed his eyes, giving in to the feeling firing his loins, his head fell back as his body began to shake, and a primal growl sprang from his lips.
Hearing this, Nichelle moved her mouth back up to his manhood. She licked the first bead of pre-cum before drawing him in once more. As Damon’s cock quivered in her mouth, and his thick hot juice shot out, Nichelle began to swallow, moaning in pleasure as she felt each spasm of his release. Purring in satisfaction, she sat up, licked her lips, and with her tongue, cleaned up the last of the cum that beaded up.
Looking up at Damon, she said with a smile,” Thank you, Sir,”
“You are very welcome,” he replied. “Now lay back, and let me Thank you.”