If you could paint yourself a lover, what quirks would you give them? You wouldn’t paint them perfect or would you?
Did you ever dream about your soul mate and did you make a mental note of what it was that you loved about them in the depths of your dream?
Did you capture the image of their face in your minds eye so that you might recognise them across a crowded street.
Your eyes are dark and they understand quickly. I assume they’re brown but I couldn’t be sure. It wasn’t their colour that made them special but the glint in them, the depth and the naughtiness that you can’t hide. Above all it’s the truth that I see, the real undeniable truth, the kind that reveals itself in the dark of night when it’s all there is.
Your smile is one of those that surprises me each time I’m lucky enough to see it, it’s accompanied by laughter lines, drawn there by your happy soul.
Your skin is warm and it’s all I can say.
I dreamt about you last night, you were put there I suspect by me to give me an ideal, but I was never an idealist, I’d have settled before.
“Close you eyes.”
You say and I’m struggling to keep them closed, a big smile has crept onto my face and it won’t be hidden, not by me.
What smile is complete though without smiling eyes.
“What exactly am I waiting for?” I ask you as I stand there in the kitchen wrapped in a soft white towel with my hair dripping water across my bare shoulders.
“Hold your hands out” you tell me and I do as you say, blindly.
In just a few seconds something touches my hands and immediately my reflex is to jump away from it.
“You bastard!”
I say opening my eyes and instantly realising that you’ve just released your cock from its hiding place and placed it in my hands. You burst out laughing and I can’t help but laugh too.
“You know I hate surprises!”
I tell you with a feigned cross look and really I’m relieved for a second before the relief disappears and is replaced by an urge to just touch you again, this time willingly.
One hand reaches for your proud cock which is looking up at me like a hungry cat, the other around your neck as I pull you closer to me and we’re kissing devotedly and then wildly. My motion on your cock is firm and slow in contrast to our kiss and it makes my head spin.
Faster and faster our mouths move against one another, feeding off the desire until we reach a speed that can’t be maintained and we pause, gasping into each other.
I look up at you with big needy eyes that are full of something you can’t define.
I fall to my knees gently my towel losing it’s grip on me and you think that having me on my knees looking up at you like this is one of the greatest sights you’ve seen so you capture the moment like a snapshot in your mind.
I take both hands to you now and stroke the length of you before guiding the tip of you, which is glistening with your apparent need to my mouth, I lick my lips wickedly before I take my first taste of the day.
“Mm”
I say licking the juice and creating a trail leading from my tongue as I pull away slightly to let you see it.
You make a noise that serves as encouragement and I take more of you now, gently like a rocket ice-lolly I slurp as I suck my way off it, then back on again this time a little deeper. My hands reach around to your warm arse and draw you closer to me in my efforts to take all of you.
“Fucking hell!”
You say and I can’t smile but I would if my throat wasn’t accommodating you.
Instead I strive to take more, right down into my throat it goes. I ignore the gagging because I think you quite like it and it passes. You’re rocking back and forth into me now your natural urges taking you over, making you fuck my throat.
I’m as willing as ever despite the fact that my breathing is laboured, I know that you’re close to release because you’ve gripped the sides of my head in fear that I might stop. I won’t stop not until I’ve got you not until I have your cum coating my tonsils.
Tingling starts in your balls, it rushes from a place deep within you and at lightening speed travels along your shaft.