Hungry
The craving lingered on my tongue making me salivate enough for him to notice. He smiled and slowly wiped a bit of drool off from my chin. His hand moved along my jaw next, so slowly that the skin in the direction he moved seemed poised for his touch, hungrily waiting its turn to be exposed to those fingertips. I sighed, almost internally as it caught in my throat and my ragged exhale made him chuckle.
"I only asked what you wanted to do tonight?" He said, still chuckling. I knew that he already knew where my mind had gone. I imagined kneeling before him and pleasing him. All night. I felt myself blush a little.
"Are you ... hungry?" He asked. His voice sounded fuller and deeper suddenly; rich like a wine and thick as the air around us had become. I felt my eyes glaze over as I tried to formulate a sentence. Words, words ... I had no words. I was hungry for him.
"Chinese?" He suggested, but his laugh gave him away.
"You are mean to play with me like this," I whispered.
"Mean?" He asked, "Dear girl, if I were mean, I'd not let you suck the cum from my cock."
I looked at him and he raised an eyebrow. My move. His eyes, though stern now, still held the shiny look of playfulness. I didn't know if this was part of his game or if I had really crossed the line. The stakes were high, though, so I opted to err on the side of caution and apologize.
"Good, good, good girl," he cooed and began to stroke my hair. I felt my shoulder and neck muscles melt. My eyes closed and I leaned against his chest.
"Kneel," he ordered abruptly.
I dropped to my knees so fast I actually hurt myself. I opened my eyes to see him undoing his belt with rapid, nimble fingers. When I saw the head of his cock peek out as he pulled at his underwear, I gasped. I watched lovingly as his cock sprang forth, free from its prison of clothing. With my mouth wide open, I made soft whimpering noises in the back of my throat, begging for him to ram himself deep into that throat.
"Oh, you want this, do you?" He asked. I nodded furiously. I silently begged him not to deny me- not even as a joke. Please, my eyes pleaded, I need you.
He took the head of it and rubbed my lips. I kissed at him and giggled happily finally realizing I wasn't about to be denied my favorite thing in the whole wide world. I beamed up at him as he continued to stroke through my hair. Then, his hand twirled up, grabbed a handful of the hair, and pulled my face away from his cock. I frowned.
"Only if you promise to no spill a single drop," he said.
"No Sir, I never spill," I said.
"Never?"
"Never."
