You brush the hair from my face, hooking it back behind my ear. With one hand you tilt my chin upwards and with the other you guide me in closer to you. The heat of your touch in the small of my back confuses my body and instinctively I lean back into your touch but all this does is make you step in closer to me.
Your lips are almost touching mine, you are so close that I can feel the warmth from your breath on them. I want you to kiss me. I close my eyes in anticipation….
The kiss doesn’t come.
The tug on my hair is sharp, it makes me gasp. As you apply pressure my only defence is to bend my knees. I see the smile flicker across your lips as I slowly sink lower and lower before you until finally I am on my knees beneath you. You release my hair but I keep my head snapped back, my eyes never leaving yours
You unzip your pants
Now my mouth craves something different. No longer does it wait to kissed; now it waits to be filled. I can feel the saliva flood my mouth. The sight of your cock just inches away from my faces makes me hungry to be fed. I open wide, silently begging you to use me, as I do a droplet of moisture falls from tongue.
“Always wet” I hear you mummer
And you are right…. when I think of you touching me it always makes me wet.
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