rae-being-naughty:

I moan audibly whenever I remember having him pressed to my wall.  His mouth open, as he sucked in air and he trembled just a little.  I held onto my control by the thinnest thread, and asked… 

I could order.  I could take.  I could tell him what I wanted and wait for him to acquiesce but we aren’t there yet… no.  I ask him, “Can I put my mouth on your cock?”  He blinks and it takes a few seconds for him to come back to himself, rousing his brain and checking his comfort level to answer before he concedes.  His yes is half hiss, half sigh and is accompanied by a firm nod as if to bolster his own confidence in the response.  I remove the hand I have at his throat, and take a step back, my thigh had been pressing into his crotch and his mouth works soundlessly as those points of contact disappear.  

I also could caress and tease but this whole encounter has not been about patience.  I touch nowhere.  My hands shoot straight for his belt, pushing up his upper layers for access and my face is right in his as I unbuckle it and pull him into me with it, using his belt to grind him on me – my chest keeping his upper body still pressed to the wall and he’s completely undone.  Were I less scrupulous and if he mattered less I could have him inside me in a moment.  I check the power, only accepting a portion of it as I let my teeth graze his adam’s apple after nudging his chin up with my nose and making him moan for me.  Then my hands busy themselves, button and zipper the work of seconds and I step back and shove everything down at once, keeping my eyes on his… and then kneeling.  

He says my name almost like a prayer and my panties are lost cause.  I place my hands on his thighs, my knees on the edge of his pants at his ankles to keep him locked in place, and I lick up his cock.  His head doesn’t fall back, he’s too busy watching me.  Trying to commit everything to memory.  His brain, that lovely sexy organ is entirely too active and so I simply take him deep, and look him in the eye while I do.  His hands, shaking slightly, don’t seem to know where they want to be.  Caress my hair? Hold my head? Touch my shoulders? Pet my hands? Stay at his hips?  So while I savor his taste, I take his wrists in each hand and pin his hands to the wall behind him.  My hands cover his, and I let my whole head work him, pulling and sucking and his breathing is harsh like he’s run a 5k and I know my darling isn’t thinking any more.