We were lying together. I was comforted by his presence. His breathing was becoming regular and I could feel his chest rise and fall beneath my cheek. I moved to go. I whispered to him that I was going to go home. He opened his eyes, smiled, held my face in his hands and told me some of the things that only friends tell one another. He kissed me. A chaste kiss that made me smile. I lay on top of him now and we hugged close to each other. He began to massage my shoulders and the muscles down the length of my spine. I arched my back and let out little moans of pleasure. His right hand traveled under the waistband of my jeans and took hold of my thong. I was molded against him now. My breasts pressed into his chest and my mouth was slightly open against his neck. It felt good. I felt good. I moaned more appreciation to let him know it.
"When you moan like that it makes me want to tear your pants off. You're getting me excited." "Well if you keep rubbing me like that, I'm not going to stop. I'll bite you instead, if you like." Of course, he continued and I bit gently into the soft skin near his shoulder. He stopped touching me and looked away. "What's the matter?"
"I'm excited and I want you." Contrary to popular belief, women always love to hear that. "Good." I said.
"But I feel bad just asking you to . . ."
Did he? Did he, albeit with some guilt, just ask me to go down on him? Ha Ha, yes he did. While I was rather turned on myself, and hungry for my own release, this is what I wanted for him. I moved down and knelt between his legs. I kissed his chest and ran my fingers along the coarse hair there. I toyed gently with the belt buckle lying just above where my mouth was going to be in a moment.
"Do you want to me to get rid of this?" He asked?
With a somewhat demure grin I replied, "Yes."
At once, he pushed his shorts and briefs down to his knees. I continued to lavish attention upon his chest. Gradually dragging my fingernails lower and lower along his torso. I kissed his hipbones and the junctures of his thighs. He was smiling now. I massaged his thighs while I sucked each of his balls into my mouth. Avoiding his cock completely, I made love to its base. I tickled the underside of his legs and toyed with his balls for a bit. He was breathing shallowly. His body was warm and relaxed. In one, long stroke, I licked the underside of his cock, pausing at the ridge just below the head and lazily lapped at it. His hips bucked forward just a little. He searched out my satin-covered breasts and placed his hands upon them. He held on to me as I slowly took his entire length into my mouth and swirled my tongue around him. I pulled back and asked him if he was all right. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes." I wanted to take my time. I wanted to bring him to the edge and not let him over. I made my hand into a fist and pumped him while I focused the attentions of my mouth on just his head. My other hand searched out his. We held hands tightly while I moved up and down on him. A few inaudible phrases passed his lips. I removed my fist and plunged my mouth down on him in a long, slow stroke. Back up I went very quickly. I continued on this way, with a finger pushing gingerly against his perineum, stimulating his prostate, until I could feel his balls tighten. I could sense his cum boiling inside of him, searching for its release. I took my mouth away from him and tugged on his balls. I looked up at him, pushing the hair out of my face and smiling at him. Even in the darkness, I could see the flush come over his body. "You're torturing me. I want to cum."
"I know. I'm going to keep torturing you. When you do cum, I want it to feel so good that you pass out." I turned around then, kneeling on the floor so that my backside was within his reach. I lowered my mouth slowly back onto him, until my nose grazed his sack. I wrapped my arms around his legs and pushed him deeper into me. He was meeting each stroke now. He was grabbing at my ass and tenderly kneading the flesh there. He was reaching in and clawing at my bare flesh. I was hardly being touched and I was shivering. I stopped sucking him and began to lick his balls and their underside again. Closing my hands around him, I was enjoying the urgency I felt in him. I paused and looked up at him. He reached his hand down and began stroking himself. I moved his hand away and replaced it with my own. I began circling the head with my tongue again, licking torturously slowly up and down his entire shaft, pausing to run my teeth against him. He held my hand for a moment and then placed it against his balls. I squeezed them. His back was arching, but he was not cumming. He resumed stroking himself. "Lick underneath." I set myself between his legs again and began licking the base of his cock and then the underside of his balls. I went lower and lower. My tongue searching against skin no tongue had ever touched. He was the one moaning now. I pushed my face into him. I was actually timid. I couldn't see his face. I hadn't done this to him before. I wasn't sure that this was what he wanted, but his legs opened further and then closed around my head. I felt the nearly imperceptible tightening in his body.
