I Deeply Cherish You
Down on the floor, I find myself kneeling and sitting back on my feet, my knees pressed tightly together. The air conditioning kicks in, sharing its chilly breath upon me. Naked and shivering, my nipples become perky and excited, hardening against the chilled air. The metal of an air conditioning grate rubs up against me, demanding attention. I contemplate granting it, but this night is not about me. It's about pleasing you.
You enter the room, fully clothed. The dim lights make it difficult to see clearly, but I can discern your erection straining against your slacks. You stroll towards me, anticipation spreading on your face. Upon reaching me, you halt, eager to witness my next move. I remove your shoes and socks then, grabbing your back, begin unbuttoning your shirt. After discarding it, I play with the back of your neck, loving how its tendons ripple with each alternative tug. Before drifting towards your belt, I kiss and nibble your collarbone, my tongue seductively tasting your skin.
Coming across your belt, my fingers begin the laborious task of undoing it, moving delicately towards your pants. With much lingering, I finally find the buckle and release it, taking my time to still your pants hanging from your waist. My lips inevitably drift towards your shaft, still encased by your boxers. Accompanied by soft humming, my lips graze, vibrating against your erection. Tactfully employing pressure, I trap your member in my mouth. I couldn't make each touch too powerful, as my teeth would interfere. Instead, I take a bite on your shaft, feeling it pulse with delight.
You while away your hands through my loose tresses. Your desire mounts, urging you to tip my head backward and direct me to my feet. Came close, your hoarse whisper berates me, "I desire to fuck your face."
"Not yet." Hesitatingly I respond, satisfying my curiosity, "I yearn to sense the extent of your eagerness." Furthermore, I treasure the level of your cock.
To stimulate, I embrace your neck, giving you a deep kiss. Arriving at your nipples, I first explore your chest by tracing my nails around its form before pulling your shirt off, immersing myself within your sexy scent. Snaking down your side, my tongue resides one your neck, around your collarbone, then teasing your nipples before tickling your abdomen.
Suddenly taking my hands on your belt, I discover your belt's buckle. My slightly clumsy fingers unfasten it. Intrigued, I shake my hair free, removing your pants simultaneously. Sitting behind you, my hands rest on your buttocks. I command you, "Take a seat, please."
Once seated, I take your pants and place it on the floor. I swivel around to stand, removing your pants completely. I kneel at your side, tracing your seemingly herculean erection with my fingers. My head once again inches closer to your manhood, my teeth now longing to touch you. Before I change my mind, I tug your boxers off.
Unfortunately for you, I traipse back to the chair several feet away. I admire your erection and its sheen of precum before tentatively gliding my head towards you. Emphasizing my playful character, I kiss the crease of your groin before recoiling, my unrelenting tongue advancing. Fervently, my fingers caress the sides of your thighs, causing your legs to expose themselves in a modest manner. My tiny hands encircle your balls only to pull these precious beads into my mouth.
With one of your balls in my mouth, I hook my hand around your shaft, using its tip as leverage to rub the underside. Glancing up at your expectant features, I lick the pre-cum from my thumb, a wicked pang in my heart as it rubs against you.
You yell at me, "You're so cruel!"
Succumbing to your foul mood, I cup your scrotum and nest your mouth around your girth, tugging you a little closer. I bob forward and back, flooding my mouth with saliva to endure this 'obligatory' act.
"Lie down," I order.
Creeping towards the bed, I'm careful not to let go of your cock. When you settle down, I hop onto the bed between your legs. I shove my mouth onto your cock, going as far as possible which makes me gag and tighten around your tip. I spit the extra saliva onto your cock and carry on with the hand job, but this time, I cover the tip with my mouth and use my tongue to flick it back and forth.
Feeling your hips reacting to me, you're itching to push into my mouth. I happily groan against you, letting you know I'm game too. You take hold of my hair, this time to manage your thrusting into my mouth. I unwind my jaw to provide more space for you. I sense the head of your cock going deeper into my throat with each thrust. It feels like trying to squeeze a hose into a water balloon. Each time it goes a little further and I can feel the urgency rising as your thrusts become stronger. I groan, allowing my throat to vibrate and heighten the sensations on your cock. With one final, powerful thrust, I experience your cock swell and the cum shooting down my throat. I feel you quake, and as your erection subsides, I continue to softly suck, triggering a gasp from you.
Content that I didn't spill any cum, I let your cock out of my mouth. Resting my head on your leg, I stay there a few minutes, simply basking in the beauty of your stunning cock and gently stroking it with my fingers. Your hand in my hair, I hear you fall asleep and realize my aim is achieved. At least momentarily.
