quantumsatis:REVELATION I would assume that after everything I’ve put you through tonight, y
quantumsatis: REVELATION I would assume that after everything I’ve put you through tonight, you would be desperate to get fucked. To feel pleasure at my hands after so many weeks away. The long dinner full of whispered suggestions of what we could be doing at that moment. The subtle touches that make you blush. The minutely detailed explanation of what I thought was happening between your legs while we sat there behaving like the people around us. Roaming hands and uttered depravities in the car. All these things should, by all rights, have you desperate for me to take you. Instead you surprise me by getting on your knees to feed. You do so deeply, with no preamble or pause. Testing yourself on me, trying to show me with your interrupted breath that this is what you really crave. So I hold you down by your hair and neck and watch as your hands flutter begging for a stolen breath that I haven’t decided to give you yet. Your eyes asking for a reward your mouth is unable to express. The closer I get, the more you shiver. Legs shaking, throat invaded and when that first spurt hits the back of your throat I realize something: How much my pleasure is yours. Photo by QS -- source link