Page 67 of Spencer's Satisfaction
Spencer has us located in the middle of his -our- large, cushy mattress, so the change in position doesn’t involve too much maneuvering. And I realize why he requested the changeover as soon as I’m nursing on his opposite nipple, when his dominant hand wraps itself around my leaking length and strokes me slowly and firmly.
“Oh,fuck,” I breathe, closing my eyes as the sensation threatens to overwhelm me in the very best way. “D-daddy…”
“Keep on sucking, angel. I’ve got you.”
This man. This perfect,perfectman.
I follow his gentle command without complaint, showing this nipple as much attention as the previous one. Spencer gasps when I graze my teeth gently over it, then groans when I lick it in playful apology.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now,” he tells me after a few more seconds where the only sounds are my quiet slurps and sighs and his heavy breaths, “my beautiful boy.”
He doesn’t usually call me his boy during sex. He’s got no problems being called Daddy, as long as I’m big, but this is the first time he’s actually crossed those lines, treating me the way he does when I’m little.
I open my eyes and glance up at him, and the stare he’s directing my way is intense in so many ways. There’s love and affection, and desire and pleasure…but also surprise, like he’s just heard himself and isn’t quite sure what to make of his own instincts. Even though we’ve discussed the possibility of it in theory, and we’ve comecloseto crossing those lines before, this is new, and I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.
He always looks after me, now it’s my turn to return the favor.
“Color?” I ask him quietly.
The surprise gives way to something softer and warmer. “Green, sweetheart. Thank you.”
I bob my head once, knowing that we’ll talk about it properly later, and then take his nipple back into my mouth and he rocks his hips up into me. “I’m close, baby. I’m so close just from this.Fuck. How did I get so lucky?”
I’m the lucky one, I want to tell him, but my thoughts are turning disjointed.
I’m not heading towards little space, not really. But the pleasant fog in my brain feels similar to that.
Maybe it’s from the freedom that I feel in this moment, where I’m completely myself and I am certain of his acceptance and his love. Or maybe it’s because I can feel my orgasm building. My balls are tightening, and I can feel the tell-tale tingles of pleasure radiating out from somewhere deep in my belly.
Or maybe it’s both. I don’t know, and I don’t care.
I suck harder as the wave of pleasure crests and then, with one final upstroke of Daddy’s hand on my cock, the wave of bliss crashes down over me and I paint his abdomen with rope after rope of cum.
“Oh God,” he murmurs, “there’s nothing better than watching you come for me.” His hand leaves my cock and I feel him grasp his own, and I shift in his lap so I can watch him take himself over the edge, too.
When he catches me looking, Spencer pauses his movement, scoops my cum from his skin, then returns his hand to his cock, using the evidence of my orgasm as additional lube. I watch him stroke himself for maybe five seconds before I give in to the urge to take over.
He startles when I remove myself from his lap, but grins wickedly and spreads his legs wider for me when he realizes my intention as I position myself on my belly in front of him. Then I bat his hand away from his cock and lean forward to lick a stripe from his musk scented balls and up his salty shaft. I crinkle my nose at the thought of tasting my own cum and push that from my mind as I suckle at the spongey, leaking head.
I know he’s already close to coming, so I don’t tease him or draw the experience out like I have in the past. Instead, I lavish the head with attention, giving in to my enjoyment of suckling for a few more moments before I take him in deeper, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection and moving it in tandem with bobs of my head.
Above me, Daddy is babbling praises. “Good boy.” “Beautiful boy.” “Yes, baby, you feel amazing.” “Your mouth is perfection.”
The words continue to fall from his lips, lighting me up from the inside and spurring me on. I moan around his dick and it jerks in my hold.
“Tony, honey, I’m close,” Daddy warns me, his voice strangled.
“Mmmhmmm,” I acknowledge, not wanting to pull away from my prize for even a moment.
“Ohfuck,” he breathes back, his hips lifting from the mattress as his cock pulses and releases in my mouth and down the back of my throat.
It has taken me a little while to get used to the taste and the texture. It’s still not my favorite thing in the world, but I swallow every drop without complaint anyway, and I’m rewarded by a litany of more accolades from Daddy.
“I meant it, you know,” he says later, when we’re lathering soap all over each other in the shower.
“Meant what?”
Spencer pauses with his hands splayed across my soapy chest, the warm water sluicing over our bodies. “That I consider myself lucky to have found you. To have you in my life.” He clears his throat, “And I think I’m coming around on the sex during Little time thing.”
