Spontaneous Moments

Last night, I was cooking dinner in the kitchen and Sir walked in the room. He came up to me and gave me a kiss. Now normally, that kind of kiss is just a gentle brush of the lips. But this time he really kissed me. A deep, passionate kiss, tongues swirling, his hands entangled in my hair. After a minute, he let his hands trail down to my breasts, lifting my shirt and lowering my bra to play with my nipples. Then he began kissing me again, pulling and pinching my nipples harder and harder until I let out a little whimper. Then his hand moved down to his pants, which he proceeded to unbutton and unzip, simultaneously tightening his other hand in my hair and pushing me to my knees. So, I took his cock out and began giving him head. He pretty much lets me do what I want to when I'm giving head, occasionally giving a suggestion, but for the most part, leaving it to me. Until he cums, that is. At that point, I'd better take a deep breath, because I won't be breathing for a minute. When he was about to orgasm, he tightened both hands in my hair and thrust his cock as far down my throat as it would go. Once he did that, pretty much all I could do was try not to puke. Then after he was done, he buttoned his pants back up, I stood up, he gave me a quick kiss and went back to watching football, while I continued making dinner.

God, I love shit like that.