EroticReverie

We finished our breakfast and Brant cleaned up the kitchen while I went to shower. 

I shivered with happiness, the giddyness inside of me overflowing as I stood smiling in the shower like a fool. 

When I'd started messing around with Brant, I'd never thought I'd end up here. I never thought it would end up being more than just a fun time. 

But each time I had been with him, or near him, the attraction between us grew to be more than physical. I was well aware how it looked if anyone from the outside were to find out. A young naive homewrecking slut, and a married man having his mid life crisis with a girl he could manipulate and control. I'd gotten over my guilt for cheating on Brett, and I was still working on the guilt that I'd slept with a married man.  But, I was so happy that I honestly couldnt find it in me to feel that guilty anymore. Because deep down, I know that Brant and me are supposed to be together. I knew it then, I knew it when I left, and I knew it while I was gone, and I know it now. 

After showering, I go to the bedroom and pick from my duffel bag of clothes that I got from my house and I smile at the red christmas dress I wore last year to Brant's house for his wife's christmas party. Thinking back on it, I remember the way his eyes kept coming to me while standing with his son. The way they skimmed my legs and heels, and the hem of my dress. I would save it for "Our Christmas" though. 

I pulled out a red cotton thong. I pull them on and then a pair of black leggings and a long sleeved white v neck cotton shirt that's fitted tight and snug to my arms and torso. 

I towel dry my hair and brush it, then shake it out and throw it up in a messy bun and pull on some socks then make my way out down the tiny hall and find Brant sitting, shirtless still in just grey sweatpants, watching the television from the couch with all of the lights and ornaments and decorations sitting out on the floor out of the bags. 

When his eyes drift from the tv to me, I almost laugh at the visible look of defeat on his face. I loved the way he looked at me everytime he saw me, as if he couldn't handle the sight of me. As if just looking at me was too much for him to manage. 

"You didnt put a bra on, on purpose." he accuses and I smile and shrug and then walk over to the couch and he snatches my hand and throws me over his lap and I laugh, he spanks my ass and I squeal as I squirm in his lap as his fingers dance at my sides, tickling me. 

"You're such a trouble maker" he laughs as he grits his teeth, giving me a fake growl of frustration as his fingers relentlessly make me gasp for air as I laugh uncontrollably. 

"Mercy!" I cry and his fingers stop as I pant and laugh and push up and then sit on him, straddling him. 

"Then fucking have some mercy on me too baby, jesus" he says and his hands slide up my sides and I giggle slightly at the ghost of a tickle , but then bite my lip when those hands move to the front of my shirt and his fingers pluck my nipples. 

He pinches them gently at first as I rock once in his lap and grin as I hold my lip between my teeth. 

"You turn me on so much" he groans as he pinches them harder and then curses as he reaches down and lifts my shirt and I gasp as he leans me back with his hands at my upper back and his tongue lays itself against my nipple, then flicks it with the tip of his tongue and bites it hard. 

I yelp and he growls and slip a hand up through his hair and grip it as he nips at my hardened nipple making me hiss through my teeth, and then sucks it into his mouth. 

"God" I breathe out as my head goes back and he works on the other nipple. 

"My panties are already soaked Brant" I whimper and he growls.

His hands grip my hips as I grind against his lap, his hard cock pressing against my sex through our clothes. 

"God, I'm so sick in love with you...I just want you, constantly, I can't fucking stop touching you...I can't stop needing to confirm this is fucking real and not a dream" he groans. 

"Brant" I moan and he slides a hand down my leggings and into my panties and I whimper when he finds my clit with the tip of his fingers and rubs it in a circle. 

"I'm at your fucking mercy Abigail...i'm so in love with you baby...i'd do anything for you...fuck, you are so fucking pretty" he whispers to my breast as he looks up at me and I look down at him. 

"Cum baby" he whispers as I grind against his fingers and my hips thrust as I go faster and then grab his face to kiss him as I cum. 

I whine into his mouth when the pleasure is too much and my hips vibrate as the trembling orgasm rips through me and I gasp against his heavy breaths. 

I whimper as it runs it's course and his hand slips from my panties and leggings and then grabs my ass gently as I let my head fall over his shoulder, my face in his neck.

"fuck baby" I murmur and kiss his neck. 

I feel and hear the low rumble of a groan in his throat as I whisper against his skin fully satiated for the moment. 

I press my chest to his, my nipples pushing into his hard chest as I slide my fingers up the other side of his neck as I lay kisses on the other side. 

"I love you" I tell him as I slip my hand up into his hair. 

"I love you too" he says as his hands slide up my back and grab my shirt and gently pull it down. 

I pout a sound of protest against his neck. 

"I like the feel of your body on mine" I tell him. 

"Me too. Too fucking much. And if I don't cover these up, and get your hot ass off my lap in the next few seconds, my cock is going to rip a hole through my sweatpants and these thin fucking leggings you insist on teasing my dick with" he slaps my ass with one hand and I jump with a laugh. 

"I want to make you cum" I tell him and nip his ear with my teeth and he groans. 

"We need to decorate" he says and I lick below his ear and nip his ear again.

"Decorate my tongue with your cum first" I whisper and he curses. 

"I already miss the taste of you in my mouth" I purr in his ear as I reach down and grip him through his sweats. 

"God, this fucking dick is so hard Brant" I moan in his ear and his head goes back and I nip his jaw and kiss it. 

"I want to suck my boyfriends big hard cock" I speak against his jaw line and then down the column of his throat over his adams apple as my hand rubs his hard on and I grip it. 

"Can I fuck your cock with my mouth baby?" I ask him and he groans. 

"Like i'd ever fucking tell you no." he says and lifts his head and narrows his eyes. 

I smirk.

"Thanks baby" I say with a wink and kiss his mouth and his hands come to my face. 

We kiss in a frenzy as I move back slightly on his lap and then push off his lap and laugh as we kiss messily as he keeps his hands on my face, continuing our kiss and leaning forward as I slip to the floor on my knees. I giggle as I pull at his pants and he bites my lip and I groan.

"Thinking about your cock in my throat makes my mouth water for it, makes it water for the taste of your dick, and your cum" I tell him and he groans. 

"Jesus christ Abigail" he breathes heavily then pulls back and leans back against the couch as I pull his sweats down fully and then kneel between his legs as he scoots his ass toward the edge a bit and then drops his hands to the side as he watches me stroke him with both hands. 

"this is mine" I tell him , keeping my eyes on him and he nods. 

"my fucking cock" I say as I lick the head and he groans. 

"for my fucking mouth" I say as I squeeze his cock a bit harder with my grip and he groans and nods again. 

"for my wet fucking pussy" I say and then move my hands so I can lick up the length of his cock. 

"Hell yes" he nods. 

I grin and kiss the tip. 

"And when you're a good boy, for my tight ass" I tease and he grins and shakes his head. 

"Did you just call me a good boy?" he asks and I giggle and nod and wrap my mouth around his cock. 

"What are you gonna do about it?" I ask after popping my mouth off his cock. 

"Not a damn thing baby." he breathes as he reaches out and grabs me gently by the back of my head and urges me forward again and I grin. 

"Good boy" I say with a playful wink and he chuckles as I put my mouth on him, giving him what we both need. 

I don't take my mouth off him, I don't stop to talk dirty, or be playful, I don't stop to take a break and jerk him off. I keep my mouth working him as I moan, anticipating, craving the taste of his cum as I suck his cock. 

I want to stop just to tell him how much I  love sucking his cock, how much I love him, how fucking madly in love I am with all of him. How sucking his cock makes me feel , a task some might dread, but being on my knees for him like this, giving him his pleasure , makes me feel like a queen, even if i'm on my knees. 

But my love and appreciation for him is shown by my work, because he's groaning and cumming in my mouth within minutes. 

He warns me so I can keep my mouth to the top, letting his cum hit my tongue, so I can taste more of him, instead of it going down into my throat and bypassing my tastebuds on my tongue. 

I swear the taste of him, all man is enough to make me edge, my pussy weeping at the flavor. It wasn't like cum tasted fucking fantastic, but because it was him, because I'd made it happen, because he was mine, it tasted divine. 

After I swallow his cock and suck his cock clean and lay my after blow job kisses to his length he exhales and his head goes back. 

"I need a fucking nap after that baby" he says and I laugh. 

I push up and bring his pants up and he groans, shifting his weight so I can pull them up. 

"Did you cum hard for mommy?" I tease and he lifts his head and looks at me wide eyed. 

"Excuse me?" he asks with a laugh. 

I laugh and settle back onto his lap. 

"Is that a no go?" I ask with a laugh. 

He blinks and shakes his head in disbelief. 

"I'm not sure. I'm half turned on, and half....I don't know...disturbed?" he says and I laugh. 

"Plus IM the one in charge" he says. 

"Aww that's cute that you think that" I tease and kiss his mouth. 

"I am!" he says in false protest. 

"Mmmhmm, sure you are babe" I say as I smile and slide my hands up his chest. 

"You're a jerk" he says and I laugh as he leans to the side and lays us down facing each other on the couch. 

"Little bitch" he whispers. 

I fake a gasp of offense and he slaps my ass and then pulls my leg up over him. 

"that's no way to speak to mommy Brant" I taunt. 

He cringes and I laugh harder and he growls. 

"I've decided it's a no go." he says.

"whatever you say daddy" I grin. 

His brows perk. 

"Now that...is a yes...that is a fuck yes." he says and I laugh. 

"Of course it is" I roll my eyes. 

We just lay there smiling and stealing kisses from each others lips, then kissing each others noses, and then lips again and then were making out lazily as our hands touch each others bodies and faces, until were both grinding our hips into one another and Brant is hard again against me. 

"Baby" he breathes panting as I bite his lip. 

"Just real quick then we can decorate" I say and he laughs slightly as I turn over before he can deny me and wiggle my leggings and thong down as he pushes the front of his sweatpants down and then pulls me into him and reaches down and brings his cock to my pussy, angling it, pushing the head against my waiting , anxious hole. 

"You want Daddy to fuck you Abigail?" his voice is hot and deep in my ear and I whimper. 

"Yesss"