Continued from Part 1: You've come over to my place for dinner...
My mouth and cheeks are wet, my lips a vibrant dark red from rubbing against your pubic hair for so long. I suck my fingers, and I wonder if you know that I've never tasted a pussy as delicious as yours. Your scent is so light, you taste delicate, almost like water, with the slightest tang like a raspberry, and a little bit salty. Do you know how delicious you taste? Can you read my mind? You can certainly read my face. You can tell that I could keep going all night long, but I'm also dying to fuck you.
I'd fingered you in the car a few times, and you'd rubbed the outside of my jeans before, but this is the first time we've gone this far. You've been fantasizing about this moment for so long, and now that it's happening, your lust is at the boiling point.
I stand up beside the bed, and pull my shirt off. You are lying on the bed, naked, sitting up a little bit to get a better view. You take in my short dark hair, light brown eyes, smooth but defined cheekbones and jaw - half White, half Asian. Cute, you think, very cute. Non-traditionally attractive, not a dude's dude; slightly effeminate, but with some manly qualities too. You wondered if maybe I was gay when we first met, but the way I'm looking at you now leaves no doubt in your mind that you have exactly what I want.
Your eyes travel from my eyes downward, lingering on my lightly muscled chest, slender and smooth. The light patch of hair that starts at my belly button trails downward, but my cooking apron is still on, and in the way. I undo the apron strings and let it fall to the floor, revealing a conspicuous bulge in my jeans, which is soaked through with pre-cum. With a little difficulty I undo the buttons of my jeans, and let them fall as well. My boxer briefs are dark but you can still see how wet they are. My cock is obviously erect, you can see the shaft is pressing desperately against the fabric, the head stretching the extremely wet fabric diagonally upward past the waistband. In fact the fabric towards the top is so wet you can see the prominent lines of a well defined head with excellent clarity.
I put one knee on the bed with the intention of climbing on top of you and fucking you, but you decide to crawl towards me and stop me, with your hand on my chest. We lock eyes and fall into a passionate kiss. My tongue caresses yours lightly, and you feel it run along your top teeth. I draw back with a sudden inhale - you've pressed your hand against my cock through my underwear, gently squeezing. Your touch is electric to me, and my dick is rock hard against your hand.
You bend downward, wrap your hands firmly around the back of my thighs, and take the elastic band of my underwear in your teeth. In doing so your cheek brushes against the head, and you hear me gasp again. You see my stomach muscles shudder, and you realize that I don't know how far you are going to go, but that I'm hoping ... that I've fantasized about your hot mouth on my cock for so long, please, please...
You pull your head up and back, my underwear still between your teeth. As you lower your head my hard cock springs out, hits my body and bounces on your cheek, leaving a clear sticky spot of pre-cum on your face. You take in my scent, I smell like fresh clean sweat, like man, like lust. I wipe your cheek with my thumb, then move my thumb slowly towards your closed mouth. Our eyes lock again as I gently rub your lips, the slick pre-cum gliding easily onto your beautiful pink lips like lip gloss. You suddenly open your mouth and bite my thumb, trapping it in your mouth, giving it a hard suck. Tastes salty, feels slippery and a little sticky on your lips. My eyes roll upward and my already hard cock pulses and gets even wetter. You can tell I'm loving how hot and wet your mouth feels.
