Late at night the only light in the room came from the glow of the monitor. Everyone from the office had already gone home. That was the beauty of the end of the month. All of these reports had to be finished and compiled. I looked at the pile next to me and buried my head in my hands. It looked I would be here for several more hours. Next to the pile of reports was Matt’s picture.

“My beautiful Matt,” I said as my finger traced the outline of the frame.

He was probably at home, curled up on the couch wondering when I would be home. I hated to stay so late, but he knew it was that time of the month. He understood, but he didn’t always. When we had first started dating, it had been somewhat of an issue. I couldn’t blame him for resenting my career and the amount of time it took away from our being together. I still hated being away from him more than anything. If it were possible I would spend every moment of the day with him, but being in love did not pay the bills.

I picked up the phone, my fingers doing their familiar dance on the number pad. It rang twice before I changed my mind and hung up. I knew that hearing his voice would fill me with guilt and I would not be able to concentrate on the work ahead. I had to focus. Being with Matt would be my motivation, I thought. The quicker I finished the sooner I could be at home with my baby. Maybe I would pick up a bottle of wine on the way home. It would be nice to have a few drinks and relax before going to bed. Besides just one glass usually got Matt tipsy and when he got tipsy he became aggressive.

I leaned back on my chair and thought about the last time I had brought a bottle of his favorite wine home. We snuggled up on the couch and after the first glass his hands started wandering about. He turned his head towards mine and buried his mouth on my neck. I loved it when he nuzzled me so. I pressed into him as his hand slipped in between my legs, his fingers wrapping around my semi hard cock.

Through the thin fabric I let him stroke me. My mouth searched for his lips until they were pressed against mine. The harder he stroked the more I wanted to devour his mouth with mine. His hand expertly brought me to the edge before pulling off; he had a knack for doing just that. I snuggled into the cushions of the sofa sipping my wine as he slid between my legs. His hands eagerly tore at my pants, practically ripping off my belt. When he finally got my man meat out, he devoured it with one shot. I could still feel how the head of my cock hit the back of his throat and went down as he swallowed me whole. His tongue expertly worked my shaft with slow and long strokes. I nearly dropped my goblet as my hips started to buckle with release. He sucked all the jizz out of me until my cock went limp.

I was exhausted after such an intense orgasm. I laid still as he stood up and unzipped his fly, pulling out his engorged penis. He stroked it some, covering his shaft with his slick pre cum. He then lifted my legs