Bedtime boner

I stepped out of the bathroom wearing the blue nightie I bought that afternoon. Nothing else underneath. He was already under the covers, one hand on the book he’d been reading, the other somewhere lower. His eyes traveled down my body and stayed there. I watched the sheet rise over his lap and felt a little pulse between my legs. Perfect. I walked over, pulled the sheet back, and wrapped my hand around his cock. He let the book drop. I gave him a couple of slow strokes, then leaned in and took him into my mouth. Warm. Salty. He filled my throat easily. I worked him until the tip was slick and my jaw ached in the best way. When I pulled off he was breathing harder, so I turned around, crawled onto the bed, and presented my ass. He didn’t need instructions. A moment later his tongue was between my cheeks, licking long, wet strokes that made me push back against his face. I reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit while he kept going. He stood up behind me, lined himself up, and slid straight into my ass. No teasing, no waiting. Just the deep, tight stretch I’d been waiting for. I clawed at the sheets while he fucked me—long, steady strokes that rattled the headboard. He pulled out just before he came. I spun around, opened my mouth, and caught every spurt across my tongue and lips. A little landed on my cheek, warm and thick. I swallowed what I could, wiped the rest with my finger, and licked it clean while he watched, still catching his breath.