I can feel how hard your cock is.I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, the look of you. I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them. You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still holding the skin I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again. And again; but this time even slower. And again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt. Moving my lips down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt is close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed, but through the cotton of my underclothes you can taste my fluid seeping, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for this. So I tease. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. |