Lovebird Mayes Point Of View

*** Author's Quick Note **

I wanted to write Maye's point of view from the emotional perspective of a woman. So I asked my friend, 'Maye', to write her perspective based on the foundation of what I developed from Roman's Point of View. We wrote this one together. Talking it through in detail. I wanted to make sure that she was able to express her emotions as to what she would feel if she were taking Roman on this amazing journey herself. The finished product is truly from her perspective. I hope you enjoy the story as much as we both enjoyed writing it. It's pretty much all her with a few touch ups here and there from me. Thank you 'Maye'.

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There he is sitting back in that computer chair. His gentle brown eyes. His warm smile. His dark brown slightly graying hair. I'm on my knees with both my hands resting softly just above his knees. He looks younger for his age and that's so hot.

He's insecure about his weight. He has a stomach that he feels conscientious about, but it's no where near as bad as he thinks it is. Besides, I'm not here with him because of his physical attributes. It's his heart. His nurturing, soothing voice. His ability to be in tune with my feelings, my fears and my anxieties. I'm here with him because he was able to help me to feel safe. He helped me heal from hurts and trauma that I thought I would never fully recover from. No one has done that. No one has understood me the way he has. So the opportunity to finally see him in person was something I wasn't going to pass on.

The fact that we are here together, in this moment, is a miracle.

I rise up and kiss him deeply. Both of our tongues finding each other for the first time. Exploring and relishing that we have finally found each other. Our first greeting and it has got me so aroused. I have wanted him so much that it's too long to track. All the times we texted. All the times we exchanged photos and audio recorded messages. All the times we video chatted with each other. It has come to this point. And I communicate all of this thru my kiss to him.

"Lovebird, are you sure you want to do this?" Roman asked after we finish kissing. I could tell from his voice that he was insecure about the surroundings. Or maybe it was that I would even want to have him in this way. We could hear the voices of other people talking and interacting with each other quite clearly. The walls in here are very thin. But I don't care.

I gazed up at him with an expression of reassurance.

"For a long time." I said softly. "Sit back and relax."

With one smooth tug, I pull down everything that Roman's wearing down to his ankles. He is already upright waiting for me expectantly. I wrap my hand around him as I look into his eyes, dragging my thumb along the underside to his head. As my fingers wrap around him, I see his mouth open in a moan and feel his manhood harden even more at my touch. I love the anticipation of when I can take him in my mouth still soft. But I'm grinning with a different feeling of satisfaction and fascination, knowing that the this has him hard before I even touch him.

"You're going to get me there fast." he said softly. "I know it."

I looked up to him with a slight grin and give him my most innocent look thru my eyes.

"We'll see baby." I say in my sexiest voice.

My anticipation cannot be quenched. I slowly bring his ripe head up to my waiting lips. I moan with him as I introduce my lips around the very tip of his swollen mushroom in a soft kiss, lifting off just enough to come back in for more from a slightly different angle. A chaste gesture to emphasize that this act is emotionally significant for me and to establish that I'm setting a slow, romantic pace. My newly found lover looks at me with desire and uncertainty. He's at my mercy and he's embracing it with pleasure and expectation. I'm not just here to make him cum, I want to know his body and I want it to know me.

I give a few leisurely smooches communicating to him that he is in good hands and that I know exactly what I'm doing. His manhood is so hot and stiff. I place my sweet wet lips and just a little tongue on him. He lets out a lustful moan that communicates that he wants more. I will not make him wait any longer. I finally suck his wonderful head as it disappears into my mouth.

Roman gasps as I engulf him, and I answer with a giggly groan, directing the vibrations of the sound into him. His gasps quickly turns into another long moan. Hearing the way he responds to my ministrations tells me that I can do with him as I please. I give my lover a few strokes with my hand up and down while swirling my tongue around his head. I slowly move my mouth up and down just over his head as I grasp his shaft. I bet it feels like he has all of himself in my mouth. A great technique to give without having to do so much work. I give a nice strong suck on the final upstroke, searching for that first drop of delicious precum. It's already flowing, but Roman doesn't realize it because all he can feel is my hand, lips and tongue work their magic together.

I continue to do this technique on him swirling my mouth and tongue on his head with a slight bob as I use my hand to hold his base. I do this to him a few more times. Roman's moans are intoxicating. I want to keep him feeling like this forever. I want to keep pleasing him. He has not been loved... No, worshiped like this before. I want to be his first and I want him to always remember this moment. I want to keep hearing his voice. There's something in his voice that touches my being. He doesn't realize it, but his voice is so hot to me.

This time I release his head and use my hand to give him a firm upstroke. I want to coax his precum out now. Roman's groans our starting to get louder and he is enjoying what I'm doing. To both of our delight a strong flow of the beautiful liquid peeks out of his wonderful head.

"There it is.... Hello." I said gently.

Roman's sexy clear liquid flows like a tiny leak from a faucet. It comes out without any effort from me. His voice moaning with pleasure and surprise as it presents itself and makes him aware that this flow is outside of his control. I continue my rounds on my lover's manhood without delay.

His body is responding like it wants to give me everything I could ask for. His hips are starting to move with my routine. As the familiar taste of his precum hits my tongue I moan deeply, my hand giving him more slow but firm strokes. I want to get him really flowing. And I go about it with more enthusiasm. It continues to come out.... His moans are getting even louder. His hips moving to the rhythm of my magic. His orgasm is building. But it still has a long way to go.

I can keep him like this as long as I want. His wonderful manhood continues to listen to my bidding and flows at my will. He's become my personal fountain of precum and I determine how long I keep him there. He is fascinated by how it keeps oozing out of his beautiful mushroom. He is helpless at trying to halt this because it will only listen to me. His arousal, his pleasure, his sensuality are mine to control. Roman's moans of unlimited pleasure continues to motivate me even more.

"Lovebird... It's not stopping... It's going to keep coming like that if you keep doing that with your mouth and fingers..." he says between moans and grunts.

With a grin, I take his head back into my mouth and reply 'mhmmmmm' around him causing him to moan even more. Then slipping him out of my mouth, I say in a soft deliberate tone:

"That's what I intend to do baby... I have wanted you forever and I want to enjoy all that you are giving me right now."

I continue my routine as Roman continues to involuntarily give me his unlimited supply of precum. And I have my fill of it. I love eating his precum. It's mild taste, slightly sweet, slightly salty. I really like the texture too, although it's hard to describe, but his liquid sticks to itself in a slippery slimy way that feels really good in my mouth. His precum really turns me on. Not because it's different, but because he has done all of the work of connecting with me internally. He knows me in a way no one else has cared to try to know me. I'm so wildly into him that our romantic interlude is the icing to an already well prepared cake.

The tease is on now, and I keep the same pace even as his hips beg me to speed up. On one of my downstrokes, I open my mouth wide enough for him to feel nothing but hot breath until I close my lips around his base. Then long smooth upstrokes with soft suction so his precum follows my lips up his length. I want to admire my work, so I pull off to watch it dribble out for me. I get some on my lips and rub them together like I'm putting on lipstick, enjoying the smooth silky texture. I need him to know that I'm doing this very much for me too. He is watching me with awe as he sees me enjoying what I am doing with his sensually organic lip gloss.

His sounds of pleasure and ecstasy are intoxicating. As I look at him, I can see he is fully immersed in the pleasure that I am giving him. He is losing all reason and caught up in the heat of our session. His groans of protest stating that he should be able to control the flow of his precum. And yet he is gratified that it listens only to me.

He has gotten louder now. I'm excited at how much louder I can get him to go.

"Lovebird.. oh baby..." Roman begged. "I need to cum in to your beautiful mouth right now."

I lick my lips clean then lick Roman like a melting ice cream cone, collecting everything that leaked out while I was distracted by my own pleasure. When I resume that same torturous rhythm I can tell by the way his hips are grinding up more desperately, chasing my mouth, that he's getting very close. But I don't want this to end, I'm not done with him. I want more and I know I can give him more. So hearing him tell me he needs to cum in my mouth, I decide that he will...

But not yet.

His hands have been caressing my face and head, but now they hold me with purpose. I relax my neck and feel my head get heavy in his hands as I pass him the lead in our dance.

Now that Roman's driving I direct my focus to his body. I inhale deeply thru my nose, taking in his intimate scent. I love the aroma he gives off when he is aroused. I want to stay this way with him as long as possible. His pace is increasing. His hands guiding the pace and depth of my head strokes. His fingers running thru my thick hair and I can feel them clench me firmly in anticipation of his impending orgasm. As Roman grinds up into my mouth, there are moans of immense pleasure coming from his voice. He's so turned on that I let him take over and yet I can tell that he is trying not to be rough or overly aggressive. He's doesn't want to convey an abusive or overly demanding attitude and I appreciate that he keeps this in mind even as his sexual instincts become more dominant. Even with that, he cannot resist his desire to give me as much of his manhood as possible and his grinding is getting more pronounced. My hand is nearby, and as he gets closer to cumming, I take the opportunity to run my fingers thru his short lawn of hair at the base of his member. His moans of arousal fill my ears as I start to listen for a new sense of urgency to enter his tone. I can feel his contractions in my mouth. They are progressively getting more acute as I can feel him grow with each contraction. He's starting to cum.

"Lovebird...!" he's grunting. "I'm going to cum...!"

On cue, I quickly clamp down and tighten my grip with my hand that had been waiting loosely encircling his base. I feel Roman spasm in my grip as his balls tighten. His body is going thru the motions of climax even though I'm preventing his release. Each grind from what would have been an ejaculate of cum is accompanied by a loud moan of surprise, pleasure and frustration all rolled into one. His noise fills the room as he feels the initial high of an orgasm without its full completion. The grip that he has on my head has tightened and I gingerly suck on him. I want the intensity of his denial to blow his mind.

"AAaaahhh.... Oooohh....!" he utters incoherently with each contraction from his denied orgasm.

Roman continues to ride out the wave, grinding furiously upward. I grip my him tightly preventing anything from shooting forth. I'm thrilled by the way his hands clutch my head like a rock in the storm.

I've played around with edging before with past partners, and I know most men love the delicious frustration of getting close repeatedly before they finally cum, the way it builds the anticipation higher and higher.

But for Roman, it will be a different, almost disorienting sensation to experience. I want his wonderful body to feel like it has climaxed. I want him throbbing in the same way I know he does when he cums. But I want him still hard and still feeling like he's about to cum. I want him to go thru an orgasm but not feel it's completion. I want him in a constant state of being ready to cum for me. Having him there is so delicious to me and it will be a virgin-like experience for him.

I continue to hold him firmly as I slowly withdraw my mouth and grin up at him, delighting in the mix of pleasure and confusion on his face. As we make eye contact, I talk to him with my eyes:

"Oh Roman.... I'm gonna take you somewhere incredible." as I drop a few sweet soft kisses onto his glistening tip.

His surprised expression shifts to acceptance and a trusting submission to my plans for him. It's an incredibly erotic moment between the two of us.

The tension of imminent climax slowly dissipates from his body, except for the extremely sensitive organ in my hand which twitches at my kisses. He's not throbbing anymore, so I gradually loosen my grip and just hold him in my palm. I feel his body trying to soften after the denial but his beautiful member doesn't even make it down to half mast. I'm engrossed watching his face, cataloging how he wears pleasure, frustration and expectation.

"Oh my goddd...." He groans. "What did you just do??"

"I'm prolonging the experience." I answer calmly. "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you."

"Babe.... " he replies in blind passion. He knows I have him.

As Roman slowly catches his breath and has calmed down, I begin to stroke him again. Tenderly, with my fingers curled gently around him and only my thumb sliding back and forth, up and down, from base to ridge.

"Mmmmmm... aaahh...." He gasps more loudly. He's having a really hard time keeping it down.

His gasps soften to moans and his hips start rising, asking for more. He's fully hard again painfully quickly, and evidence of his interrupted climax dribbles out, chased by a renewed flow of the clear fluid I crave. I soothe his aching member with more of those sweet kisses. I use my gentle pillowy lips and the tip of my tongue to cradle his head. I continue to slide my thumb in the same pattern as before. My fountain is flowing again. No more climax... just clear fluid.

"Uuuhhhh..!!" he groans.

"Gimme more babe...," I murmur between kisses. "Show me you're mine."

My man is so delirious, I don't think he heard me. I'm blowing his mind and I love it.

I repeat the routine on him. My lips kissing him. My tongue cradling him. My thumb summoning his fluid from his lovely head. He groans in erotic agony and pleasure each time I summon more of his precum. I flows freely for me. He can't stop it. He watches in amazement as it follows my command. His moans of frustration and pleasure continue to fill the room. It feels like an eternity to us both.

"Lovebird..! I NEED to cum in your mouth. I need your MOUTH...." Roman utters in desperation as he trails off with a loud moan from my lips.

"Mmmmhmmm...." I reply in acknowledgement as I have him in my mouth.

I resist the urge to take him fully into my mouth again yet, knowing it would dare him to erupt. But when Roman throws his head back on a particularly strong moan, I drop my hand down to his base and swallow him whole. He bellows in startled ecstasy, and there's no chance to warn me this time, or so I thought.

"Uhhhaaahhh! I'm cumming now!" he grunts louder than before.

But his body has already spoken to me. I feel him twitch and grow hard against the roof of my mouth, so I press my thumb and first finger together around his base as he starts to cum again.

I went easy on him for his first orgasm, keeping my mouth soft to not overstimulate him during the rush of sensations, but now I hold some moderate suction during his convulsions, to even more closely resemble how it will feel when I finally give him release. His hands find my head again, and I can feel his pleading grip begging me to let him finish. But I know the plans I have for him, so I continue to press firmly as his climax runs its course.

"OOoohhh..... myyyyy goddddd..." Roman gasps as his cum is begging to be released. I leverage my weight across his thighs to secure his bucking hips. His hands still gripping my head, trying to push me down in hopes that his climax can somehow be allowed to reach completion. But I have him firmly. He's trying to grind into me but my elbows and forearms have his hips and thighs pinned and I withdraw from his frantically throbbing manhood. I want him to give in to the pleasure entirely, and I moan with him in encouragement of his desperate movements and exquisite sounds. My lover's climax is more intense, but he will not feel the satisfaction of release and he knows it. As his orgasm subsides once again, my man's primal instinct has nearly taken over. All reason has nearly left him. He needs to cum. I slowly loosen my grip once gain, satisfied that he will not explode inadvertently.

As Roman's breath eases from frantic gasps to deep panting, I swirl my tongue around his head a few times, suck softly to reignite his erection, and pull off to meet his eyes.

"This is just a tiny taste of what you do to me. You make me delirious with pleasure, baby." I say to him with my eyes.

"Mmmmm.... MMMMMM...." he gasps.

He doesn't know what I'm conveying to him though. He's consumed with only one thing. Cumming.

I plant the gentlest of kisses along his underside, nuzzling him with my cheek and nose. Remnants from his last denial dribble out followed by his lovely clear precum yet again. I love his precum so much. I feel powerfully sensual, and I want to keep him here in this place of incomprehensible bliss forever.

"Oh Lovebird.." Roman begs, but there is an authoritative tone in his voice that stimulates.

"I need you to be a good girl and take me there now..?"

It's barely coherent. His plea for release. I give him another answer with my eyes:

"I knowwww, you doooo need to cum this time." I smile with mischievous glee, "Isn't it soooo much?"

Of course he can't tell what I'm conveying. So I answer him in my own submissive tone.

"Yes sir."

I take him into my mouth again. Very light suction, he's so sensitive still. My mouth hugs him close, my tongue keeping him against the roof of my mouth as I consume him. I let my eyelids flutter closed, soaking in this experience. I slightly speed up the pace because I know his climax will come swiftly. But I only do enough for it to continue its build. Roman starts to grab my head and grips my hair too. He's trying to set the tone. Not this time baby. But don't worry. I lift my head and gaze at him.

"Trust me. I'm going to be a real good girl to you." I say with a loving reassurance.

I go back down on him. My lips reach his base, I pull my head back while sucking harder, and his member stretches to follow my mouth. Roman's hips try to follow too but I still have a hand on his pubic bone, keeping him exactly where I want him. I swipe my tongue side to side across the spongy column that's heavy with his desire. Roman's ridge is about to escape my lips when I lower my head again for another stroke. I feel his blood veins pushing out of the base of his member. I'm so excited and he is harder than he's ever been. I moan deeply around him again and the trembling in his body intensifies as moans and utterances of pleasure continue to fall from his mouth. I do this and repeat.