It’s been a while. Months since we had a proper night, like we used to when we were still so new and excited and high on the possibilities of whatever this was.
You probably think I’m most excited to put my mouth on your cock. To wedge myself between your legs, smirk on my face as I lean down to gently tease the head, leaking precum, with my thumb, tracing circles around the tip. Sliding my hand down your length, with one hand tracing lines gently across your stomach and chest. Tracing your cock from the base to tip with my tongue, flat against the underside, swirling around the tip, then back down the top. Then up the left side, swirling along the ridge of the tip, and down the right side. Glancing up to see if your face matches your moans of pleasure. Willing you to grab a handful of my hair and control how fast I do that exact sequence of long, slow, teasing licks the next time. After a few rounds of this game, when I get to the tip, I pause, taking it in my mouth, then moving back out and licking down the length one more time. And again. One long, slow tease from base to tip, pausing when I get there, glancing up at you, almost as if I’m asking permission, to slowly begin to take you in my mouth.
I take my time, savoring the way you taste, until you’ve reached the back of my throat.
I am looking forward to that. And hearing you tell me what a good girl I am for sucking your cock.
But really, what I’m most looking forward to, is what happens next.
While you’re still slightly propped up, slightly on your back.
It’s been a while since I’ve ridden you.
I don’t usually take charge, but for just a minute, I’ll indulge myself.
I pull your head towards mine with both hands, pulling you into a deep, slow, tongue-teasing kiss. You respond with more force, kissing me back, and biting my bottom lip.
I position my soaking wet cunt on the bottom of your cock, so you can feel how badly I want you. How badly I want this. What sucking your cock does to me.