Bedroom Closet

Some­times, lips barely touch­ing you are as sexy, as arous­ing, as a full on kiss. I stood next to S___ as he was sit­ting, doing a bit of work on the com­puter and got a quick kiss. This one kiss, soft and sweet made me want another so I stayed. His lips barely touched mine, he would brush them against my neck, tiny kisses, tiny bites, lit­tle soft licks a around my neck and ears. He would move back to my lips when it suited him. I had my hand right next too, not quite touch­ing his cock, I could feel it grow­ing, get­ting closer and closer to me even though I wasn’t mov­ing. His hand was on my back, under my shirt, barely touch­ing, caress­ing, just giv­ing warmth. We did this for what seemed like hours, this, dance with each other, not even delib­er­ately teas­ing, just lov­ing the gen­tle feel­ing with the force that I knew was behind it. My breath­ing became heavy, I felt myself get­ting wet. S___ knew I wanted more, wanted him.

He firmly grasped the back of my pony­tail, not mean, just direct, and led me to the bed­room. He had been think­ing about my mouth on his cock all day I’d imag­ine, because he took no time to decide where he wanted me. Hun­grily I took him into my mouth. I started by lick­ing up and down his shaft, mas­sag­ing his balls in my hand while slip­ping the head of his amaz­ing cock into my mouth. I worked my tongue around the tip, feel­ing the shape, tast­ing that first tiny drop of cum. Then I took him deeper, fuck­ing him with my mouth, suck­ing all the way up, focus­ing on noth­ing but the taste of him. S___ lifted my head to his, kiss­ing me deeply, kiss­ing my mouth, neck and chest, tak­ing my nip­ples into his mouth on long pull at a time, stroking him­self all the while. Once he was fin­ished with me there down I went again, lick­ing and suck­ing, his cock in my hand until he seemed about ready to cum. S___ held my head down, right above his cock, gen­tly but firmly as he fin­ished him­self off, shoot­ing his cum all over him­self, and my face. I greed­ily lick of what I can while he holds me still, then he loosens his grip and I can take him in again, face cov­ered in his cum I still cant get enough. A few moments later its to the shower with both of us, wash­ing each other, clean­ing up.

S___ and I play games, we play rough, but this was that per­fect mid­dle ground, direct, force­ful, but more sub­tle, more sub­dued. Him cum­ming on my face was the cherry on top so to speak. I’m wet think­ing about it now.

I hope for an encore tonight.

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