We are alone in a hotel room. You are making a drink and spilled some on your hands. You go into the bathroom to rinse your hands off, I follow you in. As you stand over the sink, I slip my hands under your shirt. Run them up your back. Good God I love the way your back feels. You reach down on either side and pull your shirt off. I wrap my arms around you and squeeze you tight, letting my head rest against the curves of you back, breathing in your manly scent. It's intoxicating.
I stand there for a minute, just lying in your back, running my fingers across your hips. Then I slowly work your pants down with my hands, just down your thighs a little. With my arms around you, I wrap my hand around your cock, gripping you at your base. My fingertips grasping your thickness, my palm firmly against you. I begin the slow movement with my hand, up and down your length. Your body instantly reacts to my touch. I feel you harden in my hand. You take a deep breath, and as your back rises and falls with that breath, I increase the speed of my hand, continuing to stroke you. Your reaction to my touch is quite the turn on. I can feel myself getting a little wet between my legs.
I let go of you and use my hands to turn you around, immediately dropping to my knees. I look up at you, letting out a shy smile. And then immediately close my eyes as I take you into my mouth, letting fill my mouth entirely. I love that. I start slow. But soon I pick up pace. I pick your hand up and place it on my back of my head. You take the hint and lace your fingers into my hair. And then you push my face deep into your crotch. I nearly gag, but am thankful for your control.
As you move my head, my mouth faster and faster around you, my own arousal is growing. I reach a free hand between my legs, letting my own wet warmth coat my fingers. I am so ready for you. I rub my fingers in a tight circle, adding to intensity of the moment. When you realize what I am doing, you immediately withdraw from my mouth and order me up onto the counter. I obey.