"My hands are cold," I say while climbing into the bed next to Him.
"Warm them up then," He replies taking my hand and laying it on cock. I giggle and ever so gently touch His limp member. I trace my fingers lightly along the length of it, marveling at how soft it feels right now. As I caress His satin flesh I realize how much love I feel for this Man and I want to communicate it to Him. I want Him to feel my love in ways He never has before. I continue to move my hands over His skin and the idea comes to my head...worship your Master's cock. I smile and know that I want to go slow, I want to take my time and show Him with my every move just how much I love Him.
He has told me that the head of His magnificent cock is very sensitive. He has also shown me a couple of other "spots" on His cock that appreciate extra attention. I remember that now and decide to give all of His special "places" the attention they deserve.
I keep lightly caressing along the length of Him...never clutching or stroking...just light, feather touches all over. He moans and shivers. I smile.
I know I want to give Him pleasure but I also know He is tired. I am not sure if He will even get hard. Usually this makes me unhappy...I want to always please Him. This time, I realize I don't care. It doesn't matter if He gets hard or not...it doesn't matter even if He cums...it only matter that I get to worship His cock, that I can give Him pleasant sensations with my hands and mouth.
I keep touching Him with my hands. I want to take my time before I ever put my lips and mouth on Him. I want Him trembling. He sighs and I smile again. I kiss His body...sucking on His sensitive nipples...His back arches ever so slightly. I smile some more. It is time to change things just a tiny bit.
I move down on the bed pushing blankets out of the way. I position myself to that I am laying at His side with my head at cock level. This leaves my hands free to keep up their explorations. His penis is still limp but I am not concerned. I know He is enjoying what I am doing by the sounds He is making.
I adore His manhood. I treasure it with my hands. The velvet softness of the head amazes me...as I stroke it with tenderness I can feel my pussy getting hot and wet. I want to kiss it. I now know I NEED to kiss it.
I move so that I am resting on one elbow, my head is just above His cock and I still have one hand free. I occupy it by cupping His balls, squeezing gently at first then a little harder. He moans again...deeply. I smile again...broadly.