“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.