We’ve been kissing and petting for some time now, and I can feel the hard evidence of your arousal pressed up against me. I run my hands down along the front of your jeans, relishing the feel of you - hard and straining under the material. I place my hand on the front of your jeans, closing it around you, squeezing softly as a pull my hand slowly downward. You groan and press up against me. I scrape my nails along the denim over your cock...softly, slowly...up and up until my hand is at your zipper...and then undo the button. I kneel down in front of you, then slowly, slowly pull the zipper down...listening to the rasp of the metal as it opens. I tug your clothes gently off your hips and let them drop to the floor, exposing your throbbing cock. I watch it twitch as the cool air hits it, and then lean in ever so close, and let my warm breath wash over it.
I put a bit of flavored lubricant in my hands, rubbing them together to warm it, and then take you in my hands, marveling at how something so incredibly hard can be so wonderfully soft. I explore you with my fingertips, learning your flesh. I lean in close again, and trail kisses along your upper left thigh, tracing little patterns in the flesh with my tongue, letting you feel the hot moistness of my mouth, and then blowing softly on the skin to cool it. I’m still rubbing your cock with one hand, gripping loosely at the base, and just slightly tighter when I get to the tip.