He stood up and loosened the belt on his jeans. He walked toward the head of the table and gently turned her head toward him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply once again and whispered that he loved her once more. He stood, unbuckled his belt, and then opened his jeans unzipping them all the way down. She watched him with heavy lidded eyes, her mind was still a sensory overloaded mush. She watched as he took off his shirt and threw it on the chair he had previously sat in....it seemed like an eternity ago.
She watched him as he pushed his pants down to where his semi-flaccid cock was set free. She saw that he kept himself well trimmed. This aroused her. She didn't care for men who had a lot of hair. She could tell he was clean and that he took very good care himself. She was a bit surprised to find that he was not yet completely hard but that was no matter, she liked the way his cock looked and knew what was expected. A familiar tingling began once more between her legs.
He wrapped his hands in her hair once more, gently, yet firmly pulling her face toward his cock. She started to reach for it, but he stopped her and said "No hands."
She parted her lips when he placed his cock across her mouth and licked its length with her tongue. She circled the purple head of his phalanx, feeling the subtle ridge of his glans. She kissed it, circled it with her tongue then tilted her head back allowing it to slip into her mouth. She could instantly feel it starting to grow as she used her lips and tongue to massage it.
She heard him moan softly and her confidence soared knowing that she was pleasing him well. She lifted herself up on her elbow to allow herself better access. He was growing harder by the second and his length and girth were filling her mouth. Every stroke caused him to delve deeper into her throat. She pressed his cock to the roof of her mouth with her tongue and slowly moved up and down its length, taking him deeper and deeper.
"Yesss" he whispered. She knew she was pleasing him and she wanted to please him with every fiber of her being. She felt her wetness returning between her legs and she wanted him there...filling up her womb. She wanted to feel his length and girth deep inside her....stretching her.
His urgent need was manifesting itself as he pulled her hair with his hand. Her hair being pulled excited her...it made her feel helpless, yet aroused. His pulling her hair was becoming faster now as his hips were thrusting toward her face with every stroke.
He pulled her face away from his cock and it came out of her mouth with a loud pop. He never let go of her hair as he led her off the table by it. Her legs were still weak and she collapsed on the floor. He pulled her up into a kneeling position in front of him and pushed his cock back into her mouth.
She tried to steady herself by placing her hands on his hips, but he commanded her to remove them and put them in her lap. He was in control of her head as both of his hands held it fast between them. This was no longer a blow job, but had turned into a face fucking.
She had to time her breathing with his rhythmic thrusts and she had to keep her head tilted up and forward so his length would slide down her throat easier. Her nostrils flared and tears streamed down the corners of her eyes as she fought her gag reflex. She was flowing wet once again, knowing he was using her to satisfy his basest need.
