When he touched me I immediately felt the need for his wonderful surge inside me. The way he rubbed me up was divine and his rimming a delight out of this world.
"You have a wonderful disposition" John told me as I felt the stroke of his palm across my buttocks and I responded taking his growing cock into my hand and squeezed it profoundly, the way he likes me to do with full zest and giving him the time for me to appreciate our quality time together and the thrill of knowing I have that effect on him.
When I felt his lips brush across mine, and his tongue gently tease mine, ithe signal for me was to suck him now, and I looked forward to just being all naked for him, stretched out on the bed and being my all for him, and I would so enjoy the smell and taste of him, of his lovely ripe stiffness, its red plum glowing and glistening with just a blob of white pre-cum on its tip, the result of his seeing to Freddy (that's what we called it) beforehand as his fingers slithered inside my hole, stretching and twisting to prepare me for the length of his wonderful deep sensual fuck supreme.
That feeling was so wonderful in itself, a wonderful prelim to the feel of his cock entrancing me, stretching and thrusting me until he was fully penetrated up inside for the most wonderful episode of slow fucking, with just the occasional pause that we might thrill to the absolute feeling of his throb deep inside as his hands stretched me so wide apart having me bare backed on all fours until I was well and truly fucked to the extreme, until I cried out my appreciation with a yell of satisfaction.
In the meantime I began to suck him, the taste was always of the sea, like salty water - yet earthy too -and the scent of seaweed, that's how it tasted, and running my tongue along its length from balls to tip I love to see it throb and bend so beautifully. John had a wonderful flexible and earthy cock to feel and squeeze and sucking was a joy unto itself, especially to hear his appreciative moans and please for me not to stop, to take him deeper into my throat which I always did, feeling the tip surge there as I held it fast until I needed breath, then that lovely sound as I released the suction and the gulp of saliva run down my throat initiating me with the taste of him.