“We both have what we both crave,” he says as he runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
I open my mouth to receive him. His finger bends slightly to meet the warmth of my tongue. I suck, my eyes never leaving his.
He backs away slowly, his thumb still in my mouth. I follow him, like a good girl, into the bedroom.
My hands move down his sides to lift his shirt. His belt buckle is next. I feel his raging desire through the fabric. I ache for his cock, but as I reach my hands down to touch it he stops me.
“Forget about my cock.”
I was taken a back, “what?”
How could he deny me after I’ve been sucking on his finger and eye fucking him mercilessly?
“Forget about my cock. I’d rather focus on you. I don’t know what you’re used to, but for me, pleasing you gets me the most excited.”
I looked at him, ablaze with desire.
“Don’t worry, after you cum a few times on my tongue and fingers, I’ll bury my cock deep inside your wet pussy. ”
I gulped. This seemed too good to be true. A Sensual Dom was more elusive than a unicorn.
“So you don’t like getting head at all?”
“I don’t mind it, but it’s not the most exciting thing. I much prefer tasting you, fucking you, or kissing you.”
“All things I very much enjoy as well.” I got on my tippy toes to kiss him as I held his face. His lips were thick and juicy, incredibly tender. His warm tongue teased my lips a little before hiding. He was a marvelous kisser.
I’ve always wondered if I could cum from just kissing. Something told me that this was the partner to try that with. He was right – he certainly has what I crave.