My mouth waters and I am consumed by a hunger only you can fulfill. I need to taste you, need to feel you between my lips. I want to feel you surge and quake with your want of me. I want to taste that liquid desire on my tongue.
You must have seen this in my expression when you looked at me.
"Come."
One word and I am with you instantly.
You draw me to the living room, gently kissing my lips. Your mouth is slightly firm against my softer one. Briefly, it's a promise to alleviate my need.
You take both my hands as you walk backwards to the sofa. You look down at me with intensity and a hint of amusement. I tremble as I follow you.
You slowly sit down, still possessing my hands, and draw me to my knees. I kneel on the floor between your parted knees and look at what I desire. The bulge behind your fly taunts me. My mouth waters.
"Please," was the whisper that escaped my lips, my desire ratcheting up in anticipation. I bite my bottom lip to hold myself back, waiting for your permission.
You nod, your smile slowly leaving your mouth but not your eyes.
I place my hands on top of your bare feet and slide them up the inside of your jeans, then over your knees. I lean in to grip your thighs and feel your strength underneath my hands.
Every part of me wants you, I ache to rub myself all over you, to feel your body against my breasts, thighs. You are steel inside me. I want to feel it now, but I want to taste you even more, and my mouth continues to water in anticipation.
I grasp your belt, the offending barrier to my desire, and swiftly unbuckle it, leaving it open just enough to get to your fly. I smile as I hear you sigh and your cock springs forward from its confines.
I quickly reach out with my tongue to lick your swollen tip. Once, twice...I taste your hot skin. A gentle touch is all I allow myself. I raise up to assess your approval as I slide a hand between your legs, grab a handful of your jeans and yank them down. You rise up, startled, then you help with their removal. I see you still gripping the back of the couch.
I pull your jeans down, your belt buckle hits the hardwood floor. I sit back on my heels and look at the beauty of your cock. So large and strong, it tells me what you want next, your heavy breathing is evidence.
I lean forward to taste you again, repeating my small licks with the tip of my tongue, but not stopping this time with just two. I feel like I am licking on candy, you taste so good to me. Soon the small licks are not enough, and I make my tongue wide and flat and wet. My eyes close in delight as I feel you enter my mouth. My hands holding your shaft firmly. I've wanted this all morning.
I hear you groan, you are lost to my mouth and my hunger. Looking at you enjoy my mouth increases my pleasure, enjoying your tastes and textures, your hands sliding down tenderly over my face, combing through my hair, moving it back. Smiling and moaning, you watch me suck on you. You know I am enjoying this, you know I enjoy pleasing you. Your legs spread to allow me more access and to get closer.
My hands on your shaft start to slowly rub up and down slightly. I allow moisture from my mouth to slide down your shaft to ease the slide of my hands up and down while my mouth continues to work the head.
I taste your precum. It excites me. My pussy aches, my nipples tighten. I use my tongue to devil into your small slit, looking for more musky precum.
You shift me up higher on my knees to position myself to take you further, my tongue continues to drag downward as I move my mouth further down your shaft. Moving my hands as I take you slowly, deeply, down into my throat.
