I got here before you and have taken some time to get the room set up. I'm on my second beer, feeling relaxed and am turned on as hell. I hear a knock on the door and walk toward it. Looking through the peep hole, I see that it's you. You look so fine, as usual. I open the door and beckon you inside. I shove the door closed behind you and push you back. I devour your mouth with mine. I've had the worst day and the only thing that kept me from stabbing people was thinking about your cock and how I would soon get to enjoy it. I had plans for you when you first arrived, but I was completely overcome by my desire--my need--to have you in my mouth at that instant.
I'm desperate for your cock. I'm fumbling with your belt and can't get your pants off quickly enough. You're leaning back against the door, your pants and underwear in a pool around your ankles, my mouth surrounding your cock. I'm grabbing your ass with both hands, trying to pull you deeper into me. I have your cock buried in my mouth, my nose pressing against your happy trail. I'm so hungry for you. I'm moaning and growling like an animal.
You're having trouble keeping your knees from shaking. You love how my mouth feels. You love the feeling of my hands clenching your ass. You love feeling my tongue running all over the head of your cock. But most of all you love just how much I love your cock. You know that I think about your cock constantly and I get off thinking about your smooth skin on my tongue, about how you smell, about the sounds you make when I'm sucking you, and about the sensation of feeling that first spurt of your cum hit the roof of my mouth, or of watching it spurt out and dance onto my face or chest or stomach. Part of you wonders if there is anything actually skillful about the way I suck your cock or if it really is just that I love it so much and that enthusiasm is such a huge turn on for you. You don't really have time to think about it though, as you're about to cum now. You grab my hair, grind your hips into my face, and call out my name over and over as you pump your cum down my throat.
As your orgasm subsides, it's clear you need to sit down. I help you out of your shoes and your pants, and I lead you over to the bed. I hand you a beer, which you gladly accept. After you've had a moment to come down, I straddle you and kiss you deeply, slowly. Fuck, I love your tongue. I love feeling it flat and soft like this after the urgency of what I've just gotten to do. I slowly unbutton your shirt and slip it off you, one sleeve at a time. I pull up your undershirt, you lift your arms, and I slide it over your head. Finally, you're completely naked. I lean back and watch you, your body completely relaxed against the headboard.
Your body never fails to take my breath away. I get so wet thinking about it when you're not there. When you are there, when I get to see your naked body in front of me, it makes a hunger grow inside me. I love everything you do with your amazing body. I love watching you walk, your perfect ass just begging to be grabbed and licked. I love watching you sit in front of me, your powerful body at ease. I love being on my knees looking up at your amazing chest and stomach when you're in my mouth. I love looking down at you when your head is between my legs, your broad, strong shoulders spread out, your delicious ass curving enticingly out of reach.
I sit there watching your body, knowing that I'm going to take my time this evening enjoying every square millimeter of it. Though it hadn't been my plan to make you cum as soon as you walked in the door, it's for the best because I need to be able to take my time with you.
You've finally come back to this world and you look at me, realizing that it's inherently unfair that you're naked and I'm still fully dressed. You prowl over to me, grab me by the base of my head, kiss me, slide your other hand up my shirt and caress my body. You let go of my skull and use both hands to life my shirt off my body. You spin me around, facing away from you, wipe my hair off to the side and kiss my neck. As you nibble and kiss on my neck, you unzip my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. My body is practically melting back into yours now. You unclasp my bra and slide the straps off my shoulders, sliding both your hands over my breasts. I love the feel of your powerful hands on me. I love it when you squeeze my breasts hard, and you hear me inhale sharply. You slide your hands down the sides of my body, over my hips, slip your hands under the waistband of my panties, and slide my panties off. You spin me around to face you. I let you kiss me deeply one more time before it's time for me to retake control.
I push you onto the bed and motion you to the headboard. I straddle you and grab your cheek with my right hand, staring at your face. Jesus Christ you are a fucking good looking man. I run my thumb along your lower lip. You have exquisite lips. I often wonder if you came into your looks later in life, if you haven't always been gorgeous. Because you don't act like someone who knows he is gorgeous. And that's insane. You are so fucking hot. Objectively. Your features, your face, your body, it's all magnificent. Plus, you have such a subtle but powerful inner swagger that's incredibly magnetic. I could stare at your face and your naked body for years and never grow tired of it. God damn, you are a sight to behold.
I lean down as if to kiss you, but I move slightly to the side and you feel something wrap around your right wrist. I do the same to your left and you realize quickly that I have you cuffed to the bed. I climb off you, running my fingertips lightly over your body, down your leg, to your ankle, which I pull to the side and cuff as well. I do the same to your other leg. You're lying below me now, completely helpless and at my mercy. I plan to use your body for the next several hours and in so doing make you feel things you've never felt before.