I love the way you kneel in front of me, spreading my legs as I lean back into the sofa. You fold your legs so gracefully under your bottom, your hands on my thighs, your soft triangle of pussy hair disappearing from my gaze as you settle on your knees.
I love the way you look then at my cock, my hard, hard cock. A look of amusement and hunger combined with a hint of wide-eyed innocence. You softly lick your lips and I'm not sure if you're aware you're doing it or if it's subconscious, a deep need in you breaking through to the surface.
I love the way you make me ask.
"Say it," you smile.
"Please," I say.
"Say it properly," the smile widens. "I want to hear it. I want to hear how badly you want it."
"Please, just do it, please, I can't take it."
"Well if you won't ask..." You bite your bottom lip gently, start to lean back, your eyes saddening, your breasts rubbing back against my thighs. You sigh softly.
"Oh God. Please, please, suck my cock, I need to feel your wet mouth on me, please, suck me."