Oh fuck! This morning, I started teasing him. Slow, soft caresses of his cock through his boxers. I felt like drawing it out, making him oh so very ready for my mouth. Oh…I just love the feeling of a hard cock underneath my fingers. It just feels so good.
‘You’re so hard’.
That sentence caused a groan and a little jolt of that cock in my hand.
‘Mmm…I love that…when your cock jumps’
Another groan. I teased for so very long, finally taking off his boxers and marvelling at that beautiful cock of his. I felt my mouth watering but I held back. I slid my fingers into my own wetness to create a little lubrication. I played with him. Just enjoying his reactions and the feel of him. All of a sudden, I felt an urge to ask him something:
‘If you could come anywhere on my body, where would you choose?’
He groaned again and said that he couldn’t choose. So, I kept on playing. I took him in my mouth and teased and teased. Bringing him close to orgasm and then stopping to aim a grin at him. It didn’t take him long to take control of my head. Funny, I can concentrate more when he takes control of my head. All I have to think about is breathing. Anyway… he loosened his grip and I seized my moment once more.
‘How do you want to come?’ I whispered, kneeling over him.
‘I want to come on your face’.
Oh…fuck. I have been fantasising about that for fucking ages. I think I exhaled quite loudly as a massive shiver of excitement and arousal spread through my body.
‘Is that okay?’ He asked, with a sweet little look of concern on his face.
An exasperated yes was all I could manage. Then, everything was a blur. He got off the bed and pulled me to the edge. He took my head and started to push me down on his cock.
Breathe…breathe…ah fuck he is going to come on my face..fuck..breathe!
I felt him harden even more and I knew just how close he was. He pulled out, took hold of his cock and gave those last few strokes that he needed to push him over the edge.
‘Open your mouth, stick your tongue out’. How could I resist such a demand? I was already poised to do that. I didn’t need telling. But fuck did him telling me to do that turn me on even more. I tilted my head back and looked up at him. And then…fuck…there it was. The noises he makes, the face he pulls and that hot, warm liquid falling onto my face. My forehead, my eye, my mouth, my cheeks. It even slid down in between my breasts. God…it felt so fucking amazing. I felt overwhelmed and I couldn’t stop grinning. Even after we had cleaned up I bombarded him with kisses. That little experience had set off fireworks in my brain and rendered normally useful and sane parts of it useless. I was drifting off into a wonderful world and it felt so damn good.
I have wanted to experience that for so very long. It felt just like I had hoped. That little spark of humiliation. The feeling of being used. The filthiness of the whole situation. The wonderful fulfilling feeling…
Fuck. This man is just what I need.