Stay at home

I told him to forget the plans. We were staying in. The magazine article had been sitting in my head all day, and tonight I wanted to try every line on him. He didn’t argue. Just locked the door and let me push him back on the couch. I dropped to my knees and took my time, mouth sliding slow and wet around him, tongue teasing before I opened wider and took him deeper. He groaned, hands in my hair, hips twitching but holding back so I could keep control. When he got close I didn’t pull away, didn’t blink, just stayed right there, lips sealed tight until he came hard across my face in warm, heavy streaks. I licked what I could reach, tasting him, feeling the mess cooling on my skin. Exactly what I’d wanted.