#daddy drenchen

Kovina sighs as she casts her phone aside. It lands on the nightstand with a dull thud and the room is dark again, the hazy glow from the streetlights cast along the wall are the only source of illumination this late at night.

She hates the weekends.

Gurjin works late on the weekends and although she’s glad he’s working amongst friends, she hates eating dinner alone and bitching about whatever trash reality show she’s decided on for the night alone and she hates showering alone and she hates making cocktails alone. She hates getting changed into one of his oversized tees alone and most of all, she absolutely hates sleeping alone.

She turns onto her side with a huff, closing her eyes in a feeble attempt to fall asleep. Even the pillows smell like him and she’s a strange combination of sad and furious. Not furious at him, of course, furious that his shifts are so late and take him away from her so late at night.

She sighs deeply, his scent still lingering when she inhales again. She’s frustrated now, the anger ebbing away as arousal slowly claws its way up her skin; the longer she lets her mind focus on the remnants of his presence the deeper the ache in her abdomen grows.

Kovina lets out a shaky breath as she kicks away the blanket with her feet, letting it fall just below her bent knees. Gurjin’s shirt sits comfortably at her ribcage, deep green fabric covers her hardened nipples but leaves her bare from the waist down. One skilled hand grazes across her clothed nipple, spreading her palm flat as she drags it slowly across the bud. It provides a teasing amount of friction, just enough for her to bite her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. Her other hand has already begun it’s descent along the length of her abdomen and when it finally reaches its destination, the moan that slips past her lips is nothing short of needy.

Her sapphire eyes flutter closed, her back arching into her own hand as she uses her fingertips to rub slow circles across her clit. She follows a steady rhythm for a short while before picking up her pace ever so slightly, the circles becoming tighter.

“…am I interrupting something?” A deep voice asks from the other side of the room.

Kovina pauses, lifting her hand away and opening her eyes. Gurjin stands in the doorway, leaning against it casually, his expression something of amusement.

Kovina sits up hastily, pulling the shirt back down over her thighs.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come home.” She stutters, embarrassed and frustrated. Gurjin tilts his head at her before stepping into the room, finally. He kicks off his shoes before quite promptly kneeling onto the bed at Kovina’s feet, leaning forward so he can hook his hands underneath her thighs and pull her down the bed towards him.

Kovina lets out a small noise of surprise as he settles between her thighs, his lips already placing gentle kisses at the junction of her knee and her thigh. One of his large hands reaches up, pushing his shirt up her body again. Kovina assists eagerly, pulling it up and over her head. She tosses it onto the floor, her eyes locked onto him as his kisses trail lower and lower down her plush thigh.

Gurjin glances up at her once, holding her gaze before he averts his gaze to press a kiss to her clit. Kovina melts immediately, leaning into his touch as a breathless sigh falls from her lips. The first brush of his skilful tongue threatens to undo her right then and she has to take a moment to mentally right herself. He wastes no time, immediately developing a rhythm that has Kovina seeing stars. Her back arches against him, her hips grinding against his tongue as she gets closer and closer to her climax.

“Did you miss me, then?” Gurjin asks between strokes of his tongue, his gaze travelling up her body to admire the mess he’s made of her. Her head is thrown back against the pillows, one hand gently fondling one of her breasts as the other rests gently atop his head.

“I always miss you.” She gasps when he briefly suctions his lips around her clit and sucks ever so slightly. He quickly resumes his rhythm of dizzying tongue strokes.

“Show me how much you missed me, baby. Let me see.” He tells her. It’s a command, she knows it is, but he asks in the firmest, yet sweetest way and Kovina can’t help but cum against his mouth with the next brush of his tongue. Her thighs shake in his gentle grip as she rides out her orgasm, but Gurjin doesn’t stop yet. He offers a few more strokes of his tongue, savouring her taste a little longer before pulling away when she finally stops shaking.

Gurjin crawls up and over her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as his hips press into hers. She moans when she tastes herself on his lips, breaking the kiss to gasp when he rolls his hips against her and she feels how hard he is beneath his sweatpants.

Kovina manages to turn their position over in between desperate kisses and she shuffles down his body to rest between his knees, her fingers reaching underneath the waistband of his pants to pull them down. Gurjin complies immediately, raising his hips and quickly pulling them off. They join the shirt discarded on the floor where they’ll likely stay for the night.

Kovina wastes no time, taking his cock in her hand and strokes a few times. He is hard and heavy, the tip glistening with arousal already. She drags her tongue along his length, swirling around the tip before taking him in her mouth shallowly at first. Gurjin groans in response, a hand finding its way to her platinum locks, grabbing a fistful as she continues to take him inch by inch.

Soon enough, she’s taking him in her mouth at a rapid pace, the taste of his cum coating her tongue. Gurjin moans beneath her, the hand tangled in her hair following her rhythm as he starts to approach his own climax. He pulls her away before he can cum, watching as she parts her swollen lips in confusion. Kovina gazes up at him through half-lidded eyes, waiting for his next instruction.

Gurjin pulls her up towards him, assaulting her lips once more as he rolls her onto her back, his large frame looming over her smaller one. Kovina complies eagerly, her knees bending and her thighs parting to accommodate his hips. Gurjin smirks and chuckles lightly when he feels her legs wrap themselves around his waist. He nudges his hips forward and presses into her wet entrance, slowly edging inch by inch.

He bottoms out eventually, letting out a ragged gasp when he’s fully sheathed inside of her. She feels so soft and warm and so unbelievably wet for him. He’s not going to last long, he can already feel his orgasm building again, but Kovina isn’t going to last long either based on the way she mewls beneath him when he offers a small thrust. He picks up a pace that immediately has Kovina crying out for him, her nails digging into the sculpted muscles of his back.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? Do you want me to make you cum again?” Gurjin asks her breathlessly, his lips hovering just above her ear. Kovina nods eagerly, unable to form a response, merely offering a nearly incoherent chorus of “yes,” and “please.”

Gurjin’s hips snap against hers with added force and she cries out, reaching her second peak. Gurjin groans as he feels her tighten around him, threatening to send him spiralling immediately after her. He holds off for a few more thrusts, shuddering when her hands find their way to his braids, the way she pulls on them sending waves of pleasure through his veins.

“That’s it, you’re so good for me,” He praises her between moans, “you’re going to make me cum, babe.”

Kovina practically begs him for it, for him to finish inside her and that’s all it takes for Gurjin to reach his orgasm and he spills inside her with a deep moan, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he comes down from his peak. Their combined panting is the only sound that fills the room for a few moments, before Kovina sighs with relief.

“I should work later more often.” Gurjin muses, flashing her a grin before finally shifting above her to collapse onto his side of the bed with a tired sigh.

Kovina snaps out of her haze to glare at him for a second.

“You absolutely should not.”

“I absolutely should. You never beg me like that. You never beg.” Gurjin teases, pulling Kovina into an embrace as he pulls the blanket over them both

“… I missed you.” Kovina admits finally, burying her face in his chest to hide her embarrassment.