In an interesting mood today in that I really don’t want to be touched but I desperately need thick, hard cock in my mouth. Want to be in his lap stroking his chest, his strong biceps wrapped around me, looking up at him with big eyes.
Want him to gently lift my chin up towards his face, stroke my lips with his thumb, trace his fingers down my throat. To watch as my lips part and I get all pouty and look up at him with pleading eyes and let out a little whimper. For him to return his thumb to my parted lips, stroking, teasing, letting the tip enter my mouth just slightly. To bring his whole hand down to my throat, wrapping around it gently, stroking, before I finally moan ‘please’.
Want him to smile down at me, tell me how beautiful I am, before gently guiding me on to my knees. To wrap his hands in my hair as I bury my face in his clothed bulge, rub my face against the fabric, against the cold metal of his belt buckle, drag my parted lips across him, kiss him open-mouthed, start to hear his breathing shallow, feel him grind against my mouth.
Look up at him - so desperate to feel his cock in my mouth - to see his strong torso above me, his biceps flexing as he holds my head with one arm and grips the chair with the other. For him to take the latter hand and slide two thick fingers into my mouth, our gazes locked as I moan around them.
To whimper and mutter, ‘baby, please,’ as soon as he slides them out, begging him to let me unbuckle his belt. For him to tighten his grasp on my hair and pull my head back a little in response, to unbuckle his belt with his other hand, unbutton his zip, slide his trousers down, watching me the whole time - the hunger in my eyes as I slowly get to see his thick, hard cock in tight boxers, the way I squirm and bite my lip with desire. The way I look back up at him, his stare intense, unwavering, letting just a hint of his own hunger through.
To put my mouth all over his cock through his boxers, sucking, kissing, whining, him grinding against me until I can’t take it anymore and pull them off, taking his hot, throbbing cock into my mouth in one go, moaning at how fucking good he feels filling my mouth, sliding against my tongue, dripping pre-cum. Breathing in the musky scent of his crotch, his pubic hair against my face when I take him deeper, his strong hands tangled in my hair, his deep moans drifting down to my ears.
Trying to look up at him every now and then but so deep in my own pleasure it’s hard to do so. My gaze all glassy and blissed out when I do. For him to say, ‘I love seeing you like this’ as he thrusts gently in and out of my eager mouth. Unable to stop myself from moaning even louder at the sound of his words. Just wanting the sensation to last forever.
Fuck, I just need it so badly.