It's a lazy afternoon and we are lying in bed. You have your arms above your head as you recline against the headboard. I have been snoozing with my head on your thigh while you play with my hair. Nothing gets me so relaxed as that. I open my eyes sleepily and idly play with the hair on your leg. On a silly impulse I spell my name with my finger in cursive.
"What are you doing?" You ask me.
"Being silly." I say, and then I bite your thigh. I mean it as a joke, but in an interesting turn of events you get almost immediately hard. Hmmm. Biting is not something we have really done with each other, but the idea is pretty hot. And I have to admit when I'm really turned on I want to just sink my teeth into your tattoo. I'm pondering all of this as some pretty epic arousal is taking place a few inches away. It's an interesting perspective to be looking up at your erection and it makes me giggle a little. I reach out and stroke the tip of my finger from your balls up to the tip, watching it quiver a little as I do it.
Oh I like that. I like that a lot. I run the tip of my finger very very lightly around the head and it strains towards me, as if begging for my touch. I watch a bead of precum form and roll down. I'm getting really turned on now, and I think I need to torture you just a little. You know exactly how to dissolve me into mindlessness. You do it all the time, and effortlessly at that. One look. One word. One touch, and I am instantly ready. And you know it. But I think it's my turn to burn you down.
As they say, turnabout is fair play...I rise to my knees and nudge your legs apart. I go onto all fours between them and look at you with naughty satisfaction as I lower my head. The look on your face...oh it's epic. You want me so badly you can taste it, but you want this more...I extend my tongue and lightly lick you all the way from the bottom to the top. Slowly.
Looking you in the eyes the entire time. I pause at the top and blow very lightly on the head. A cooling breath on that swollen flesh. Your eyes are intense as you watch me silently. Tensely waiting to see what I will do. I run the tip of my tongue all the way around the head. Still watching you. You're leaking. I want to taste you. I lower my head and swallow you as deeply as I can, gagging when you hit the back of my throat. I can't get all the way down, but damnit I will try! I suck you firmly as I come back up.
Then back down....slowly...gyrating my head a little and loving the feel and taste of you in my mouth. I glance up at you. Your eyes are closed. Your head thrown back. I smile to myself. It makes me happy to give you pleasure. I go lower. Down to your balls, caressing them lightly and ghosting my fingertips over the furrowed skin. They are high and tight next to your body. I've turned you on fast, and you are about to cum....but no. You aren't either. I don't think I'll let you cum just yet. I sit back on my heels, hands on my hips, and survey my handy work.
"You're done?" You ask. I can hear the disappointment in your voice.
"Do I look done?" I ask with wide innocent eyes.
"I'm just not letting you cum yet."
You narrow your eyes at me. "You may not have a choice in the matter."
"Want to bet?"
