Standing Above You

I wonder what she saw as she watched us.

Did I look assertive and dominant standing above you? The light was dim, but she had a full view of my naked body. The years of working out must have pleased her. The smirk of approval she gave you as I slipped out of my clothes gave that away. I was firm and erect, ready for what came next. When I looked down at you, guiding your lips to taste me, did she think I was in control?

Did she imagine you as docile and obedient beneath me? You were on your hands and knees, the perfect curve of your ass thrust up into the air. Your eyes were raised up to my face, eager to please me, hungry to taste me. When your tongue unfolded from your mouth, did she decide that you were serving me?

My first reaction was my first sign of weakness. Your long lick from the base of my dick all the way to the tip dragged a moan out from deep in my throat. Part of it was the way you stroked every nerve under my skin in one strong, moist move. Part of it was looking in your eyes watching the lids close slightly, seeing your look turn from submissive to carnal in the space of a heartbeat. By the time your mouth descended on my tip, dripping spit from your parted lips, you were already in control.

Did she realize that you are a sexual artist? Did she appreciate the slow, rhythmic rocking of your head up and down on my shaft and the counter balance motion of your hips and ass as you sucked my dick? Did she know that every lick and swipe of your tongue left a trail of pleasure that I could feel like liquor in my blood? Did she hear the music in your moans that told me you loved my taste? Did she understand that know one gives head the way you do?

I would have told her, but all my words were for you. I whispered how good you made me feel. I groaned my desire to fuck you until you passed out. I pleaded with you not to stop. I couldn't talk to her. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't remember that she was in the room.

Maybe she saw my attempt to be assertive. I laced my fingers into your hair and thrust my hips at your face, filling your whole mouth with my erection. I rocked long, hard strokes over your tongue and held your head in place while I pumped. But that didn't change anything. Your groans of approval were louder now. You wanted me deep inside you. You liked it when I fucked your face. My dominance was an illusion. I still couldn't see anything around me. All I could see was your mouth pull away from me and your head dip down even lower.

I raised myself, wet and throbbing, in a shaking fist to make it easy for you to taste me. You licked me from below, like a snake teasing sensitive apples hanging in a tree. My eyes rolled back in my head. My knees quivered beneath me. My fist pumped furiously, desperate to release the tension you so skillfully created. I screamed, but I don't know what I said. It might not have been English. It might not even have been words. My body wasn't mine anymore. It was yours.

I didn't know or care what she saw then. Your lips and your tongue and your mouth were everywhere and everything to me. I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I could barely hear your groans of encouragement over the pounding in my ears. I looked down at you, pleading for your help. You looked up at me smiling. You knew just what to do. With one last long lick on my tip you bent your head back, raised your breasts up, and gave me a place to come.

Your name came out at the top of my lungs and my come shot out all over you. You took it on your lips and let it land on your chest, gasping as each warm spurt touched your soft skin. Gathering up my weakened body by the waist, you sucked my tip into your mouth and gently finished me off. I shuddered and collapsed in front of you, unable to hold myself up.

The wicked little chuckle that you gave my limp form was the final clue. If she didn't know the truth before, she knew it now. You have so much power over me. I give myself to you because no one else pleases me the same way.

I would have asked her what she thought, but before I had the strength to speak she had moved from the chair to lie down beside you. Now wasn't the time for questions.

Now it my turn to watch.

Have fun.

NYR