His Unexpected Baby by Jamie Knight

Chapter Fourteen - Skye

Inviting Simon in and letting him eat my pussy hadn’t been a plan. At least not consciously. Such an outcome was definitely in my mind when Simon asked if I wanted a ride home, but I wasn’t nearly arrogant enough to think he was meant he wanted to suck my clit until I came over and over again.

He was my boss and a cool guy and, sure, he had bought me lingerie and had asked me to show it to him but he might well have just been offering to take me home after a long day at work to be nice. It was just the kind of guy he was, if the rumors were anything to go by.

I really didn’t have any idea about his bedroom activities. It was shameful to admit to myself, but he didn’t fit my mental image of a dom. He seemed so nice during normal business hours. Which was exactly the point.

I guess Doms could come in all types and the media had a hell of a lot to answer for. I made a promise to myself that I would give E.L. James a talking to if I ever got the chance.

It was my choice, my desire and my question that lead us to be where we were. I wanted him to come in but would understand if he turned me down. His duty was completed after all, getting me to my door safely.

I just hoped that if he really did want me, in the way I thought he did, that he would want to come in. And that was exactly what had happened, much to my delight.

I loved the feeling of him holding my wrists. It was a form of restraint for sure. I could barely move, after all, but it didn’t feel that way.

From my perspective, it was a show of affection, like holding my hand. Had he put some cold metal handcuffs on me (I’d have just assumed that he would have a set in his pocket), I might have felt differently. The way he did it, though, there was still a personal touch that helped us to connect to each other.

I honestly had no idea that my tits could feel so damn good. I knew my nipples were sensitive, having put up with them all my life, but it never occurred to me that they could be the source of such pleasure. He hadn’t even used his tongue at first when I felt like I was getting close to orgasm just from his breast play alone.

Then of course came the migration. At least that was how I thought about it. His kisses and licks were moving definitively southwards in winter. I was confused for a second when he paused. Then it hit like a battering and I felt the purest, most brilliant pleasure as he took his first few licks.

Getting over my initial surprise fast, I settled into the rhyme of things and let myself go as Simon did the most wonderful things to me. The way he licked and sucked on me was amazing.

I was almost sad when I came. Not because it didn’t feel good or because I was disappointed. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was mostly sad that it was over.

Simon was sweet as I came down from my euphoric high, stroking my belly and kissing my pussy as I trembled under his control. I felt completely comforted by his presence, after such an amazing experience.

When my trembling subsided, Simon pulled me to him and took me in a loving embrace. I closed my eyes and breathed his scent in deeply. It lit up my mind like a Christmas tree.

“May I suck your cock, sir?”

The words had formed in my head and had fallen out my mouth like a gum ball before I had had time to second guess myself. I loved that about being with him— that I could be open, vulnerable, and adventurous, doing and saying things I normally didn’t.

He pulled back just far enough so that he could see my eyes. My naked, vulnerable form was still very much under his control.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, sir.”

He released his hold on me with one hand, reaching down and slowly undoing his pants, before unzipping his fly. I actually gasped when his rock-hard cock sprang out. It was bigger and harder than I could have ever imagined.

My hand shaking with excitement, I wrapped it around his thick, warm cock, feeling it gently throb. I thought it might be scary, but it really wasn’t. If anything, it was comforting. Particularly when I lowered my head into his lap and slipped his magnificent member into my mouth. I felt wonderfully connected to him, feeling his heartbeat so intimately.

I only took the head into my mouth at first, wanting to take my time with it. There was only one chance at a first time, and I wanted it to be special. Like my first time having my pussy licked had just been.

I started to suck gently, gradually working further down a little at a time. When I was low enough, roughly a third of the way down his full length, Simon took hold of my ponytail and started to wrap it around his hand, eventually laying his palm flat against the top of my head.

Comfortably under his control, knowing he wouldn’t let me do anything silly that might hurt me, I started to bob as I sucked his cock as well as I could, eventually thinking to cup his balls as well. He let out a deep moan of pleasure and reached back with his free hand, playing with my pussy as I sucked.

“Fuck yeah, Skye,” he said. “That’s it. Good girl. Suck my cock just like that. Take it all down your mouth and let me fill it up.”

What he was doing to my pussy as he said this felt so good. I could only hope my muffled hums though his cock made the blowjob I was giving him feel even better.

The way he was fingering me, I was going to be cumming again soon, and I wanted us to orgasm at the same time. It was a notion that really appealed to me, as if it would make us closer.

I could tell he was getting ready to cum. There was a sudden tightness that I knew instinctively meant I should get ready. His shaft started to throb and pulse in my mouth and the head of his cock jumped up a bit.

Plus, he groaned out my name in a really sexy tone of voice.

“Mmm, Skye. Yes. Right there. Good.”

I was pleased to find that I could pleasure him so well, and also that I was pretty close to orgasm again myself. Simon seemed to know this and slipped two fingers inside my pussy and finger fucked me until I burst with joy.

In that same instant, Simon blessed me with his sweet, and fucking massive, load of cum that shot out of his cock and straight down my throat.

I struggled to swallow it all and did pretty well, only a bit of it getting on my face, mostly my cheeks and chin. I looked up to see that even more of it was spurting out, so I hurried to take his cock back into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Take it all. Take my cum, Skye. Swallow it.”

I made sure to get as much of it as I could, but there was so much of it that it was a hard task. The thought occurred to me that with a supply like that, if we ever ended up wanting kids, it wouldn’t be difficult at all. I’d probably end up pregnant with twins right away!

Finally he finished. Simon released my head and I came up for air, starting to wipe his cum from my face with my hand, but he stopped me.

“Leave it,” he said, “I love how my cum looks on your face.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I loved how he wanted to claim me as his own and mark me as his. I wanted to keep going.

“Will you fuck me, sir?”

His expression was unreadable, at least to me. He didn’t look angry, but he also didn’t immediately say yes. It seemed as though he was thinking it over. He reached down and touched my still very sensitive pussy, making me moan.

“Not yet,” he said, as if suddenly deciding. “I still want to break you in a bit more.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment, though I had liked how he had mentioned breaking me in.

It meant he was going to be patient and teach me more.

And I knew it would be worth the wait.

I had a feeling it was going to be a bit frustrating, partly because I wanted him to fuck me right then and there, but I knew deep down it was for the best. He was being responsible, making sure I was ready before we went too far, and I loved him for it.

“Whenever you want, you can have my virginity,” I offered.

“Good,” he said. “Because that’s what I plan to take. Have you had any experience at all?”

“No,” I told him, and he looked glad to hear it. “My parents were very strict.”

“Have you read or watched anything? Any porn or erotica?”

“I’ve read some. A lot, actually. That was one thing my folks never really limited. I’ve read all of De Sade and a lot of D.H. Lawrence and Anais Nin.”

“None of them are bad places to start,” he agreed.

He put his hand on my pussy and massaged my clit lightly, making me moan with pleasure.

“I just want to touch you and make you feel good,” he said. “Then we’ll see what happens as we go from there.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, blushing slightly and figuring that I wasn’t going to argue with such a great offer.

“Good and I must say, you did very well for your first time. It’s going to be amazing to be in your tight little pussy instead of just your mouth. But we must have patience.”

“Yes, sir,” I told him.

“But I’ll lick your pussy again if you want.”

“Yes, sir. Please.” I surprised myself by how much I wanted it. I was dripping wet and he could see my juices running out from between my lips. “Please lick my pussy again.”

“Lay back and let me have all of it.”

I obeyed him, giving him my wrist as I lay back, opening my legs for him. He restrained me as he had before, careful not to squeeze too tight. I relished the surrender. I loved giving my body over to him entirely as he gently sucked my nipples and bit them slightly, getting me ready.

After almost bringing me to orgasm just from what he was doing to my breasts again, Simon started down, kissing every inch of my tummy on the way, making sure I was good and ready, when he finally arrived between my quivering thighs.

He started out soft, smothering my pussy with warm kisses. Getting me good and warmed up, he started in with the first lick. Caressing my sensitive lips with his skilled tongue, Simon worked me up to a good moan, pleasure running through me like a rushing river.

Going back to soft, warm, wet kisses, he gave me a moment to catch my breath. When I was ready again, and not a second before, he started in hard, lapping at my pussy like it was raspberry flavored, soon adding in first one finger, then two, to work my hole as he focused all the tongue action on my clit.

In the midst of the throes of passionate pleasure, it occurred to me that what he was doing was what making love felt like. Not fucking, not nutting, not getting off. Actually pleasuring someone because you wanted them to be happy.

It was certainly how I had felt when sucking Simon’s cock. His moans and quivers of pleasure making me feel really good. It was honestly a delight to be able to bring him so much pleasure and joy.

It seemed he felt just as good about licking me to the very gates of ecstasy, sucking my clit so hard and wonderfully that my toes curled, and I couldn’t actually see anything. My vision became like a pure white burst behind my eyes.

“Oh, Simon, I’m cumming,” I told him, as wetness poured out of me and into his mouth. “You make me cum so much, oh my God.”

“Mmmm,” he groaned, lapping up every little bit of my juices while I finally came down from the high.

“Wow,” I said, slightly sitting up.

“I fucking love eating your pussy,” he told me. “It’s so hot.”

Keeping a hand on my still tingling pussy, my sexy lover pulled me to him again, enveloping me with his other arm and smothering me with kisses as I shook. All my nerves finally returned to their default setting.

I felt something warm around me and soon realized he’d taken the blanket from off the back of the couch and wrapped it around me. I’ve never felt more cozy in my life. Nor had I felt more at home.

I didn’t remember going to sleep but when I opened my eyes again, it was light out and Simon was gone.

But he had left me a note that said:

Your Secret Santa had fun bringing you Christmas joy, and looks forward to seeing you again at the office and your house.

I smiled, already looking forward to more of the same— and then some— myself.