Seductive Eyes

Her lips were full and plump with the heat resonating from such close contact to his. He could feel the burning sensation run along his skin with every brush of those luscious lips. The burning felt good, the same type of seductive burning left after a slow gulp of whiskey.

At an agonizingly slow pace, she works her way across his jaw, his neck, and down his shoulders. He could hardly contain his excitement. Her eyes locked on his, rendering him unable to look away, while her hands worked his body like an expert. The soft pads of her finger tips tore at the buttons of his shirt in an un-lady like fashion, with a primal sense of desire, yet with so much swiftness that in moments, his shirt was halfway off his body.

Her pink lips explored his chest eagerly, with so much finesse that the knot of lust in his stomach was undeniable. Although he had and urge to run his fingers through her silky hair to encourage her to move further down, somehow her gaze had rendered him unable to move. In fact, he felt completely immobilized, caught up completely in her seduction.

With her lips, she burned every inch of skin covered, with hot prickly sensations, arousing soft moans from his lips. Clawing playfully, her nails made their way across his flesh, leaving pink streaks that could only be described as hurting so good. Despite the sudden intensity of her clawing, the destination made it all worthwhile. The streaks lead a pathway down to his waist, where her fingers skillfully made away with his belt.

Before his pants were even unzipped, he could already feel himself growing aroused, rather rapidly. He wasn't sure if it was her movements or her eyes, because they alone sent shivers down his spine. Then with a knowing smile, she released his stiff member from its confines; a rush of cool air was exposed onto his burning flesh, causing him to stifle a moan.

She giggled softly at his response, which in turn caused him to blush. While be a full grown man who has had his share of fine women, somehow under her gaze, he felt like he was back in his teenage years, where the slightest stimulation was enough to get him off. His embarrassment was quickly forgotten and replaced with a low groan as he felt her fingers suddenly wrap firmly around his base. Her hands felt so soft to the touch, yet her grip was firm, making him tense with pleasure and a sense of unease.

Continuing to gaze into her eyes, he bit his lip, holding back the urges to moan as she slowly but surely worked his length. The last time he remembered anyone performing such services for him was back in college, when a man was easily satisfied. This feeling however, was entirely different, never once has a simple hand job been so intense and gratifying.

Trembling with the struggles of keeping his moans to himself, he almost gasped when her paced suddenly quickened. It was so sudden, and without warning. Then, just as surely as it had quickened, she slowed the pace down. He wanted to voice his protest, but something in her eyes kept him silent. Even her cruel teasing felt so good.

He couldn't comprehend his own logic. Generally, he would have been slightly peeved about such behavior, but she was so empowering that he felt his protests would only be useless. He also mentally admitted that this torturous pace, despite the agony, only turned him on more, though he'd never verbally admit to it.

Just as his mind was starting to wander, as if knowingly, she pulled his focus back to her by wrapping her luscious lips around him without warning, and skillfully giving him the most intense oral he has ever received. All his attempts to stay quiet were in vain, as the pleasure rushed so quickly into his body, dissolving all self-control.

Like any man, he liked to think that he had pretty good stamina, but today was different. That sudden burst of pleasure was quickly approaching, and with as much will power as he could muster, he tried to hold it back, but his body didn't respond to his desperate attempt. Throwing his head back and tensing, the rush of climax washed through him like a tidal wave, and for that moment, he swore he saw sparks for the first time in his life.

It took feel moments for him to collect himself, but even then, he could feel that lusty feeling linger in the pit of his stomach. His first thought was how embarrassed he felt. Never once has he came so quickly, not to mention in a woman's mouth without warning. Taking a few breaths and a few moments to collect his thoughts, he mustered up an apology mentally. When he looked up however, he was back in the coffee shop, starring into the eyes of the woman from across the room. She gave a knowing look, and he blushed and looked away.

He couldn't be sure whether of not that knowing look held a deeper meaning, or if it was simply a daydream. He fought the urge to ask, ultimately shrugging it off, convincing himself that it was nothing more than the daydream of a man who had simply been working too hard and needed some relief.

Looking up, he caught the woman's glance once again. He could feel the heat rise in his body, and a sense of lust sparked through his spine. Those eyes, he swore, were magical. Chuckling, he shook his head and finished off the rest of his coffee, telling himself that he should really consider that therapist.