I can't help it. You sitting there across from me, it's driving me crazy. All I can think about is how bad I want to kiss you, touch you, and taste you. Before I can think about what I'm doing, I reach out, and pull you in for a kiss. Almost as soon as our lips meet, they part. My tongue meets yours, my desire for you showing in my kiss. Before long, I can tell that you want me almost as bad as I want you.
I reach down to the hem of your shirt, and start to lift up. You break the contact of our lips just long enough to slide your sweatshirt and t-shirt over your head. As soon as you're free of them, my lips are back on yours. I lean into you, pushing you back slightly. You stiffen, not quite sure what I'm doing. I push a little harder, and you give in. You lean back, pulling me with you as you lay down. Soon, I'm stretched out on top of you.
I pull my legs up, moving one to each side of you. I reach between us, and unbuckle your belt. You reach down to stop me, but before you can, I grab your hands, and put them on the bed next to you. I break the contact of my lips on yours, trailing kisses down your jaw, to the hollow of your neck. I pause, nipping gently at your neck. Your sharp intake of breath tells me that I've found a weak spot.
I nip one more time, and then continue to trail kisses down your chest. As I do, one hand traces the waist of your jeans, dipping under the waistband a little more with each pass back and forth. When I can't dip my fingers any further under your waistband, I pull them out, and trace the line of the zipper of your jeans down until I feel your cock cradled in my palm through your jeans. I gently massage you as I continue to trail kisses down your chest.
When my lips reach the waist of your pants, I sit up. I take my free hand, and unbutton your jeans. The hand that's massaging you lifts up slightly, as I unzip your pants with the other hand. As soon as I can, I reach into your pants, and wrap my hands around your cock. Pulling your pants downward with one hand, I pull you free of your jeans with the other.
As soon as you spring free of your jeans, I wrap my lips around you, playing my tongue ring over the head of your cock. I feel, rather than hear, your sharp intake of breath. What starts as simple exhalation quickly escalates into a loan moan as I move to swallow the head of your cock. You hit the back of my throat, and stop. You lift your hips slightly, pushing against the back of my throat, trying to push deeper. When you meet the resistance of the back of my throat, though, you stop pushing, and drop your hips.
I look up at your and smile around your cock. Before you know it, I'm dropping my head, pushing your cock to the back of my throat again. Just when you expect me to pull back due to the resistance against my throat, I push a little harder. Your low moan intensifies as you slide past all resistance, and into my throat. As soon as you do, I attempt to swallow, repeatedly. With your cock filling my throat, I know it's not possible, but the muscles squeezing your cock drives you crazy.