I've been waiting all day for you to come home. I've been playing it over and over in my mind and feel a wetness building as I think through what I plan to do to you.
Finally, you arrive. You're tired and tense after a long day and a long week. I've prepared a soft and inviting arrangement of blankets and pillows on the floor for you to relax, with soft music playing and the flicker of candles gently breaking the darkness of the room.
You gladly lie on the blankets on the floor and allow me to remove your shirt so I can massage your back and neck. The sensation of hot massage oil trickling down your back makes you quiver with anticipation. I push my hands up length of your back, culminating at your neck, which I rub and knead until the tightness loosens and I hear a pleasurable moan escape your lips. While I yearn to have you inside me now, I know that my patience will be rewarded in time.
Moving to your shoulders, I gently extend your arms above your head in front of you. Focussing all my effort on remaining in control, my hands run up the length of your arms, extending your massage all the way to the tips of your fingers. Just when I feel you yield to the relaxing motions of my hands, I quietly retrieve a scarf I'd placed under the cushions earlier in the day. With a swift movement I'd been practicing in my head, I tie your hands together, gentle enough not to hurt you, but firm enough to know I'm in control.
I roll you over so you're facing me. Your face pleads me to free your hands to let you explore, but I remain strong. I lean forward and kiss your lips, parting them with my tongue and feeling the hotness of your mouth. Slowly I trail my tongue down over your chest. You know where I'm heading and you writhe with expectation. My hands continue to rub and knead the muscles in your arms and shoulders, as my tongue grazes over your nipples and down to your navel, which I circle playfully, knowing the suspense will be driving you crazy.
I undo your belt and pull your trousers down your legs. I smile as I see your cock straining against the satin of your boxer shorts. I take my time to kiss my way back up your legs, as I get closer, your cock starts to twitch, desiring my attention. By now, I want to taste your cock as much as you want me to, so I give in, slide your boxers over your thick, hard cock and lick around its tip. The pre-cum which has started to leak from it tastes beautiful. You start to protest your predicament, but I'm not ready to untie your arms yet. I tell you to lie back and loose yourself in the pleasure. I know this is driving you crazy, and that's the point. I want to build your desire so that when you finally do fuck me, it will be mind-blowing.
Thick, hard and not too long, your cock is amazing. I need to take it slowly to allow my lips to adjust to fitting it all in. I like to taste it every chance I get and tonight I plan to savour it for as long as possible. Taking just an inch, I swirl my tongue around the tip, rubbing your balls with my hands. I hear you swallow hard and gasp, so I take another inch, and another, until you can't help but moan out loud. It tastes so good, but I know I'll have to relent soon.