I tie you to the bed, strip naked in front of you, straddle your hips- but don’t let you touch.
Kissing every single inch of you, except where you want it most. Sides of your mouth, but never directly on it. Down your neck, running teeth over your hips, circling down to bite the inside of your thigh- hair grazing your throbbing cock, but no direct stimulation.
Maybe I’d take your balls into my mouth, making your cock twitch with every swirl of my tongue. Licking down below…
The moans that I would draw from you would be enough to make me keep the torture going instead of giving in to my own desires. I wonder if I could make you swear at me.
Eventually of course your cock would feel the back of my throat- but first I’d flick my tongue over the tip, so gently that you aren’t sure if maybe you imagined it. Trail a bead of spit over the tip, take my time watching it fall down the length of your cock. You’d want me to wrap my hand around you to work it in, but Iwouldn’t.
Instead I’d wrap my lips around you- but not mouth. You’d get a whisper of what I’m capable of. You’d want nothing more at that point than to wrap your fingers through my hair and force your way down my throat- but uhoh- your hands are tied.
My tongue wide, licking all the way up from base to tip, Over and over. Patiently, deliberately. Tiny flicks on the tip, my hand tickling your balls. All you want is contact, friction, force- but all I want is to give you a taste of your own medicine- all I want is to tease.
—–
I stop licking you. I remove my hands from your body completely. You eyes are closed, but you can feel mine on you- burning every inch of your skin. You look up at me, seeing me bite my lip and smile as I stare at your gorgeous cock. You know that smile well- I’m just getting started.
My fingers trail along your side, nails raking over your hips before my fingertips trickle back up your body. Your shiver makes me giggle as I repeat the motion on the other side. I am leaning over you, taking my time dancing my fingertips all over you. I shift up your body, lightly trailing my nipples along your torso. I bring my lips back to yours, but not for a kiss. You groan as I lick your lips.
You feel my tongue definitely gently on your earlyobe. I press my tits onto you, close enough that you can smell my perfume, but far enough away that your mouth can only water. I slowly slink back to your cock, helping myself to the bead of precum at its tip.
“Do you want more?” I ask innocently.
I take your growth to be a yes.
I square my shoulders, setting myself back between your legs. I spit on you and we both watch it run down your length. I lick my lips, and finally get to work.
You cry out as I force your cock into my throat in one fluid motion. As quickly as it happens, I am off of you. You incredulous star earns a smile.
I take you back into my mouth; this time you feel my tongue swirlaround you a few times before the tip of your cock reaching my throat. I hold you there, swallowing to show off. You moan doesn’t even have time to leave your mouth before you hear a pop as your cock yet again leave my mouth.
“You might want to stop it,” you warn, “because I am going to enjoy paying you ba-…”
You swallow your words as I swallow your cock. I unleash my full array of skill, taking you deep into my throat over and over, punctuating with spit, a swirling tongue, and a moan that reverberates through your entire body. I feel you relax into my rhythm, so I stop.
“Stop it?” I say with a smile. Yes, Sir.”
You have the look of a kid who has lost his balloon as I straddle your hips again, until my tits hang over your face.- that somehow always makes your eyes sparkle. I drag my nipples over your face, narrowly dodging your hungry mouth. I bring my lips to yours, my voice a whisper: “I guess that means it’s my turn.”
My legs pin your arms down asI move up your body. I hover over you; you can see my wetness, smell my need. You crane your neck to taste me, and I swivel my hips just out of your reach.
“Say please,” I say.
—–
To your credit, you tried to say please- but your request was muffled as I sat on your face.
The victory of your growth on my most sensitive place was exhaust, though.
You adapted quickly, licking my wetness like a man starved for moisture. I held back slightly, more to give myself a minute to ease into the assault of your tongue than to continue the tease. You arched your neck to reach me, arms still pinned under my legs. I gave in with a moan as your tongue found my clip, allowing you to suck it between your teeth while I lowered my weight onto you.
Your beard ticckled my bare skin. Your tongue danced an expert waltz around and across me, never letting me guess what was next. I may have been on top of you, but somehow it didn’t feel like I was in charge. I surrendered to you, grinding my hips into your mouth, moaning and shivering at every sensing. My hands cupped my breasts as your tongue slide inside me. I pinched my nipples as you sucked my clip, the competing sensings driving me to the edge.
Your chin kneaded into me, your teeth nibbled me. Your tongue- that tongue-hard, soft, fast, slow- deliberate, frantic. I grabbed the headboard in front of me out of milk concern I would break your neck right before I exploded.
I let you lick me back down to earth before I finally slid off of you. Your beard was soaked, your cheats shiny- but that mouth was nothing but smug. I slid down your body, bringing my nose to yours. I licked me off of your lips, and kissed me off of your face. I ran my fingers through your bear before I put them in my mouth.
You went in for what I’ll admit was a well-deserved kiss, but I sat back up before you could catch me. I would’ve been afraid of your growl if your hands weren’t tied.
“That was fun,” I said simply. The energy radiating off of your body was either fury or desire- likely both. I revealed in it as I decided what was next.
As it turns out, you decided what came next. As I sat on your hips, my clip still throbbing from your tongue, looking into your eyes as they burned a hole through me, I feel your cock twitch. It kissed my sensitive clip, sending a ripple of Need through me.
I perched back slightly, giving myself enough room to wrap my hand around your cock. My other hand went between my legs. I didn’t break eye contact as I stroked us both.
Your body was still, as if every ounce of your attention answered to me. I could feel you pulse in my hand, just as I could feel myself swell. I was desperate to have you inside me- Your cock in my hand was consuming, dulling even my own fingers. I inched closer to you, eager to finally have you- but the relief in your eyes gave me pause.
Not yet, my friend.
I still inched closer, but the smile on my lips gave me away- even as you watched me lower myself onto you, you somehow know that you weren’t getting what you so desperately craved.
I put the tip of your cock directly on my clip, letting you slide between my lips and down to where you belong. I could feel you pressing at my opening, both of us becoming for you to find your way in. As your hips rose Though, so did mine.
Your cock remained just kissing me, sliding back up to my clip as I pressed my hips back down. I squeezed you between my lips, struggling my clip back and forth with your cock. I could feel myself getting wetter, which just fueled my need for stimulation. I ground my hips harder into you, taking everything I could from your cock to my clip.
I slammed my hand into your chest to steady myself, hanging on by a thread as I slid you back to my hole. Our eyes met, fire all around us. You were almost in- my wetness begging for just the slightest bit of pressure. I inched my hips down a fraudn, just enough that you could have chase a memory of the feeling.
“Say please,” I said with a self-satisfied smile- both a taunt and a pleading request.
“I am going to give you thirty seconds to give me what I want,” you said evenly, urgently.
“Or what?” I breathed, pressing harder against your cock, still poised to move if you thrust your hips.
“Or I’m going to take what I want,” you said, your words little more than a grown threat.
You could see me calculate. I know you well enough to feel a healthy fear, but you could also see that my little flirtation with control had gone to my head. My smile was answer enough.
Imagine my surprise when I felt your hand grab a handful of my hair.
“I’m done saying Please,” you whispered into my ear before you slammed your cock into me.
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