After a while, you stirred. With a little 'mmmmhhh', your mouth started teasing around my ear. I remember the softness of your lips, the just right wetness of the tip of your tongue as it traced tiny patterns.
Your silky palm floated over my chest, playing with my nipples. I settled back, letting the sensations wash over me. Your mouth moved to my neck. I remember the tingles that ran through me.
I think I groaned when your lips found my nipple. I didn't realize your hand had slid lower, until your fingers closed around my hardness. I remember the sexy little laugh you gave.
I held my breath for a moment when you kissed your way down my stomach. I could feel myself jerking with each touch of your lips. Your hand stroked me slowly, so slowly. You never squeezed, just grazing your fingers around my length. I remember the sparks behind my eyes as your tongue touched the tip, and circled.
I was floating in a haze. Every nerve in my manhood was fixed on the torturously slow pace you had set. I remember how the air rushed out of my body as your lips finally closed on me.
In my entire life, I had only come twice from blowjobs. From the first touch of your lips, I knew this would be the third.
My hand found your hair, and stroked it. I was aching for you to go faster. I begged for more, you giggled around me. Your mouth slid lower, taking as much of me as you could. And then up. So, so slowly. I remember grabbing your at your, and pulling your hips back toward my face.