I Walk To You
I wear a thin silk sheath and nothing else. My hair is up with a single comb. I step inside the door and see you across the room, sitting alone on a couch, wearing a gold and red brocade robe. You are watching me intently, a slight smile on your lips but not in your eyes. I feel it like warm, humid air pressing on my skin. You say, "It's alright... it's alright..." and it is the most seductive, enticing, compelling voice I've ever heard.
I walk toward you very slowly, and with each step I become more aware of my hips rolling, the silk against my ass as it moves and the softness of it over my breasts. My nipples are hard. I couldn't look away from your mouth even if I wanted to. I walk toward you, and then I see your cock is hard inside your robe and feel my pussy suddenly wet. That cock is going to probe my body. I will taste it and suck it and swallow it. I know that once your hands are on me there will be no getting away, but I also know I'm not going to stop.
I didn't think I was quite close enough, but you suddenly snap your hand out and catch me, and without hesitation or a single word you open your robe, take my head in both hands and put my mouth down on your cock. It's big and hard and alive, it fills my mouth and I feel it slide along the flat of my tongue. I suck your cock coming up, draaaawing, and I make my lips into a ring and squeeeeeze going down, and I turn my head sometimes and spiral my mouth on each stroke. When you pause at the tip, I flick your frenulum like you do my clit, and my clit throbs in response to my tongue on your cock. You control me and use me to rise high and ride the wave. Oh, I love your cock, yes I do. Your hands tighten on my head and you thrust all the way into my throat. I feel the hair on my chin and breathe deep to smell you. I simply can't get enough.