The constant phone calls, the schedules, programs, deadlines it was unrelenting. The constant barrag
The constant phone calls, the schedules, programs, deadlines it was unrelenting. The constant barrage of questions, it was nearly overwhelming. He sat down into the seat of his car, exhausted, his mind a muddled mess. He drove away in silence, slowly the phone calls began to cease until eventually he was alone with own thoughts. He wound down the window and let the warm spring breeze blow into his face. The smell of freshly cut grass filled his nose. For the first time today he relaxed. His mind wandered to her, it always did. He flicked through some messages and noticed she had left him some. Too busy to read during day he began to read them now. A broad smile came across his face as each message got more and more explicit. His thoughts were now solely focused on her. How she wore her hair, her smile, the curves of her body. He felt a stirring as he imagined her naked. How he wished he was there now, naked, nestled between her thighs. God he loved to go down on her. He loved her reactions how she squirmed and purred as she tried to get his mouth exactly where she wanted it to be. He loved how she tasted, clean and musky, but what he loved more than anything, was how amazingly wet she got for him. He smirked to himself he thought about how would play with her and tease her, nibbling the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs, kissing gently her swollen outer lips until he could taste the wetness seeping through them onto his waiting tongue. That was when she would start to whimper quietly, and he would feel her hands winding through his hair as she pushed his face closer, as she lifted her hips, silently begging him to do more, to push through her lips with his exquisite tongue, seeking out her sensative, pulsating clit. And right at that point, right at that moment before the tip of his tongue touched her clit for the first time, he would pause and she would hold her breath in glorious anticipation. He would make her wait for what would seem an eternity. Her hips involuntarily giving small thrusts, begging him to lap up her generously flowing juices, and slide his tongue slowly all the way along her inner lips, up to her shy hidden clit. Of course, he did this not only to tease but also because he adored that it made her so wet. Her craved her juices, the way she lifted her hips, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against his chin over his lips and along his nose. “Please baby,” she would murmur in her bliss… “please baby, i need your cock…” but she knew that he wouldn’t give it to her, she knew that she had to cum first before she could have it. She had always thought he had done that because he was a gentleman and insisted that his pleasure could wait and her needs came before his. But truth be told he adored make her cum, listening to her sounds, tasting her climax. He also knew how badly she needed his cock inside her. He always made sure that he pleasured her for just that little bit longer to make sure she was a sloppy, wet mess and dripping liberally… her juices wetting his face, the bed and drizzling down the inside of her thighs. He did merely for his own pleasure, for he knew the more he teased, and tormented the more intense her orgasm. And for him, there was simply nothing like that feeling of sliding home when she was awash and begging for him. That devine feeling of pushing inside her as she pulsed and throbbed from her orgasm. His thick cock hammered against the inseam of his jeans. It throbbed and pulsated as he carefully stroked his thumb over and over the head. His heavy balls ached from the thought of it, from the thought of emptying his seed into her, of pumping her full of his thick cum. He imagined their juices cascading down between her thighs. It was going to be a long drive home. -- source link