"That's it," Steve sighs, hair falling over on his forehead as he peers down.
It's so big. The size of his cock in your mouth, weighing on your tongue, stretching out your lips.
God, you'd known it was going to be big—but nothing quite like this. Nothing in any of your best fantasies can outweigh how it feels to be on your knees, taking him apart with your tongue.
"That's it, baby," Steve says again, a little breathier this time. It's nearly a coo. His hands are in your hair, fingers curled in, and you know he's trying to be gentle, for your sake.
His stomach is all clenched up, rippling hotly. His eyes are too, screwed up at the wet, hot heat of your mouth as he ruts in lightly, feeling your drool, your tongue, your lust for him. Your mouth is perfect. You're perfect.
"Fuck," He mutters, a little whinier. "Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth..."
He gives another roll of his hips, filling your mouth more, dripping that heady taste of leaking pre-cum down the back of your throat. You're on fire. You can't handle anymore more. You want it so badly. You'll make it fit.
Your hands on his thighs dig in, hoping he gets the hint. Hoping he can see it in your desperate gaze, how much you need it as much as he does. God, he's so big in your mouth.
Steve groans, low and lusty, and this time, when his hips rock forward, the traitorously hot trail of hair that leads from his stomach down to his cock brushes against your nose. You hum, happy, and feel the twitch Steve's cock gives in return.
"Fuck," Steve gasps, sounding breathless. He looks down at you, hands still so gentle as he rocks into your mouth, stretching it out, feeding you exactly what you want. "Fuck, baby, just like that. G-God, you love it, don't you?"
You hum in return — but Steve, staring down at you, chest heaving, already knows. He'll give you exactly what you need.
