Trying to make him change his mind and free my hands.
Still holding my head, he wraps his fingers around the root of his erection, his girth caught between his index and middle finger when he tips his hard meat to my lips.
He loves my expression. My lips. My grin.
I have a teasing bone in me as well.
I know what he’s doing, and I’m willing to wait and teach him a lesson. Give him a run for his money.
Like a good girl, I wrap my lips around his chiseled tip and move my tongue, stroking it while tilting my head. And he pushes more into my mouth as we keep our eyes locked, mysterious rivers of pleasure flowing through me.
His eyes are glued to my mouth, his grin claiming his eyes as he experiences pleasure. And it’s more than pleasure coming from his flesh that makes him feel that way.
It’s everything else.
Us.
This place.
This fateful night.
I don’t know what’s taken up residence in his mind, but it looks beautiful in his eyes.
For a second. A split second… It no longer feels like a game.
And that may be part of the game too. I’m not falling for it, but I enjoy it. And I like to believe that I’m wrong. That what I see is real…
He shifts his position slightly, rolling to his side so he can gently rock his hips and slide his cock into my mouth.
I like that. He takes over while I relax a little, enjoying the sensation of fulness in my mouth.
I barely feel my arms anymore, but the rest of the experience cancels out my numbness.
His breaths get heavier as he moves into my mouth while my palate tingles and my pussy pulses.
I close my eyes for so many reasons.
I want to revel in it. And I don’t want to reveal what I feel. I don’t want him to see how much I like it.
Live and learn…
They are my teachers.
My reaction is in my strokes, though. The way my lips get tense around him, and my cheeks exert more pressure.
He grunts while moving, chasing, and playing with his pleasure, his hand cupping the back of my head.
I’d love to feel him straight between my legs.
He hits the back of my throat hard, and I choke on him, tearing up.
I snap my eyes open for a second before my eyelids slide back down as I slip into a trance with him.
He finally sees what’s going on––in case he’s had no idea. His eyes glint like mine, and neither of us smiles. And that is the thing with this kind of situation.
There is a lot to hide. Feelings and stuff. The truth about what this is. Our eyes become our enemies, letting out the things that only belong to our hearts.
And then we smile and tease each other, pretending to do some damage control as things slip out occasionally while living moments of genuine bliss.