…(picking up where we left off)….
A whimper of longing escapes my lips. You respond with every fiery and frustrated muscle flexing as you press against me. The deep growl in your voice sets me ablaze as you whisper, “NOT YET.”
Freeing my hands to turn off the water, you turn to look at me, with a fierce hunger blazing out from behind your usual cool blue eyes.
Ripping back the shower curtain you step out, grabbing a towel from the bar on the wall. Stretching out your hand as if to offer it to me, I grab the end only to find it a terry cloth leash.
With a yank, I come off the wall crashing into your body.
Looking up into your gaze, I trade a handful of towel for a handful of your steadily hardening shaft. Lowering myself before you, I come to rest on my knees atop the soft bath mat.
Never breaking our eyes locked gaze, my hand strokes you gently. Leaning in I kiss the tip, and watch you take a slow deep jagged breath.
“May I?” I ask softly before kissing the tender flesh of you rod, as in tightens slowly in my grip. A nod and a growl give me my answer.
My left arm, wraps around your thigh, pulling you closer. shifting my wrist to grant me access, I take one ball into my mouth, gently sucking, and teasing with my tongue before releasing it for the other.
Then extending my tongue I lick you from base to tip, circling the peak before letting it slide deep into my mouth.
My left arm still holding you close, my right hand loosely ringed at it’s base, my lips slide back and forth along the increasing length of your cock. My tongue massaging as my lips hold suction.
I take you in deeper and deeper, letting you feel every second of my feast.
Sliding you in and then out again, running my slightly parted lips across the tip before plunging it back toward my tonsils.
Increasing my speed, faster and faster, feeling you tremble as your knees weaken from on coming ecstasy.
Deeper, faster. Your right hand grabs my hair, your left grabs the counter top.
Over and over, your now rock hard member probes my mouth. Now both hand in my hair, holding my head firmly in place as you thrust yourself at generous speed into my warm wet mouth.
Then without warning you withdraw.
Pulling me to my feet, your breathing heavy, your body shaking with desire. The passionate fire in your eyes, replaced by a ravenous need.
Your hands grab my waist and lift me to the sink top. I barely manage to grab the towel bar and the edge of the counter top, before you push my knees apart to position yourself between them.
A few strokes of your fingers, to both tease me and assure your aim. Then a single growling command. “Beg.”
….(To Be Continued)