"Do you like what you see? Hmmm?" Mel asks, teasing as usual, "Not so much? Hmmm? (pouting noise) We'll see. Well, anyway, take a good look and we're turning the light off!"
Uh oh. I hesitate, but I take a good hard look in her direction, then gulp and switch off the light for her.
I faintly hear her rustling and can only imagine what her fingers, and my fingers for that matter, must be planning for me.
"Hey, I told you to take a good look before you turn off the lights, but you were looking at your cock when you turned the light out! What about me?" I can feel her pout from the way her words form around it.
I can only laugh out loud.
"Let me guess Mel, only your mouth, right?"
"Yep, I suppose." Still sounding a little hurt.
"And what about only just my hands this time, Mel?"
"Honey, that's up to you tonight. I'll bet you may just need them. But, yup. I think I am going to have no problem at all making you cum your little heart out using just my mouth. I am afraid that's what we've come to tonight!"
I laugh again, a little wary this time – we are shrouded in darkness, this could work in her favor. This could play right into her hands...excuse me, this could play right into her mouth, just her mouth.
"Are you there," Mel reaches through the dark to touch me using only just her mouth. My skin prickles with anticipation and I jump involuntarily. Fuck, how does she do this? Better yet, WHY does she do this? And my constant appreciation prayer question to the gods and goddesses: why does she choose me to do it to?
"Feel this, baby? This..." she trails of the word into a snaky sibilance.
"God I want to touch you so bad baby," I whimper pretty much like a five-year-old candy craver. "My hands are so hungry, so fucking starved for...to..."
"Ahhh, so sorry to have to be the one to break the news to you, Cowboy, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to be firm here – I know I'm being firm," she adds, "because here in the dark where you can't see I am first feeling my right titty. Yeah, oh yeah, she be firm.
"Now...my left nipple. How are we little one?" I hear a slight rustle, "Well, well, well. We are bigger and bigger now? Oh, yeah, left nipple pretty much firm too.
"And now," she tortures, "I'm reaching down to my...what's this cold hard thing, for Christ sake? Oh, heh, yeah, my new belly button ring. I didn't show you this today before you left for work did I? Well, just stay where you are for now, I'll show you when the lights come back on and you see me!
"But," she murmurs, "I digress. I have to be firm about you not touching me with your hands tonight!"
It's exactly like I hear, rather than feel, her slap.
"I told you only just my mouth, baby! I really mean it this time!"
"Hey, what are you doing with your hand? I clearly just heard you rustle!"
"Don't worry, darling, that was just my dick."
"Whew, okay, nice. Good save. Well, just my mouth gets along just fine with just your hands on just your dick. You just can't touch me tonight. Got it? I need for you to understand that you cannot cross that line tonight of all nights, hmmm?"
"Baby?" she tests me.
"Yes, Mel. Just my hands, just my dick, just your mouth."
"Feel my breath?" she orders me with a question mark.
I do as she says. I freeze, and let my senses go in the dark, and suddenly I shiver so hard I almost jump off the bed as her breath miraculously seems to flow across my skin like the sweetest blanket of love and lust – technically this is impossible, but it feels like she is covering every inch of my expectant skin, searching with breath for someplace to put just her..."
"Tongue?" she whispers. "Are we ready for tongue, baby?
"I got your tongue, babe. Ready for just my tongue? How about my tongue...in..your...ear?"
I jump and shiver again, bracing myself.
"You felt that, hmmm? Good." Soft rustle sound.
"Now my tongue on your balls. Mmmm." Her mouth goes muffled and I lift my cock high automatically, as though I can control what she is doing to me. Not a fucking chance tonight. I have never been so firmly in her grasp.
"Oh, god, Mel," I whine, "You are not going to...not...?"
"And this," she goes on nonplussed, must be my lips framing, circling, moistening your lower...yes, that thing, for my tongue. You showered well, didn't you? I forgot...my tongue is reaching...to...right to the edge of your tightening little...I forgot to ask you earlier about showering...the edge of your..."
I feel so tense I leap up and almost kick the night stand over. Mel gets it immediately and laughs merrily, and withdraws her tongue for now.
"Oh, baby," she's back reaching through the dark now, crooning, "I was just getting to my lips – which lips, by the way, for your information, are pretty much coated with a sweet, salty, thick layer of...not you yet, but, pungent, perfect, Mel's pussy."
