[mf] My special sweet dessert

Walking into the living room, cup of tea in my hand, I see a sight that sends a thrill to my groin. He is resting on the sofa, masculine body relaxed, legs slightly spread with knees outwards, one of his strong hands on a thigh, the other holding his beer as he sips. His eyes look at me over the bottle and I realize his fly is unzipped and he is waiting for me.

As his eyes watch me, I feel a tingling, tightening of nipples under my pale grey tank top, a slight wettening of my pussy. He knows what I want to do and is patient, no words are needed. I know he can see my nipples thrusting under the thin fabric of my top. I stand there and sip my tea, a grin on my face as I swallow the hot liquid. I walk over and set my cup on the low coffee table. Kneeling on the soft carpet, I put my hands on his thighs and kiss his hand. I feel him slide it around my head to the back, gripping my soft hair he pushes my face into the open fly and I breathe in the heavenly scent of man. I inhale deeply and he slides his body a little lower, leaning back to watch me.

I put my hands on my breasts, squeezing them and rubbing my thumbs over the hard nipples while I just enjoy that moment of potential. His briefs are in my way and I lick his furry abdomen where they sit, barring me from my goal. After nuzzling my face against his bulge, I open the slit in the briefs and reach a hand inside. A little moan escapes my mouth as I feel his cock and balls, not hard yet, exactly as I want him. I pull them all gently out for my eyes to see, then lean back slightly and look at him, licking my lips at how he is watching me, his face somewhat impassive.

” I want to see your tits,” he says, deep voice quiet but demanding. I strip my top off, small breasts tingling. “That’s good.”

“I want a taste,” I say. And he tells me to go ahead. Smiling, I lean back in, my tongue starting on his balls, the wrinkly skin tastes so good, smells of him, male. After licking it I suck a little, Gently still, savouring. But I really want to taste his cock. I stop sucking and start licking again, small licks, interspersed with little tiny sucking. Starting at the base of his cock, all around where it meets his balls, his abdomen, loving the difference of sensation between the silky skin and the hairs. Slowly, I lick and suck the skin along the shaft, every tiny bit of it covered in moisture from my mouth. Before I reach the head I stop and take a sip of my still-warm tea. Then immediately I lean in and take the head of his cock in my mouth, letting the warmth transfer to him.

I love the feel of him in my mouth as I suck gently, as if his cock was my sweet dessert. His cock has been hardening, thickening this whole time, and now I can feel the full hardness. I push my head down, sliding him into me, pulling back and sliding him in further. Repeating this until I manage to get his cock to the back of my mouth. He’s so hard and thick, I gag, pull away but immediately push my head back down. I want him so much. All of his cock. I push my head down, my mouth taking his length in until my lips touch his abdomen. He thrusts into my throat and I know I am making him feel good. I can’t breathe but want him to stay there. I wait until I desperately need a breath and pull my mouth away as I gag again, tears at the corners of my eyes when I look at him again.

He is completely focused on me, watching me. I sit forward and push my small tits against his cock, wanting to see it between my nipples, my tits squeezed against each side. He thrusts a few times like this, but I really want to taste him again.

I keep my hands on my tits while I slide my mouth once again onto his tip, over the head, sucking a tiny bit before sliding his full length in and out of my warm wet eager mouth. I am feeling wetter, my clit begging for attention but I don’t want to distract him.

I stop my actions and climb onto the sofa, pulling my black panties between my labia as I do, the elastic runs along each side of my clit now, and through my ass crack, the blackness emerging over my hips, framing my ass cheeks as I lay down on my stomach. I rest on my forearms, pussy against the sofa, ass for him to watch and begin to bob my head on his cock. The taste, the smell, the feel of his hard cock in my mouth is turning me on so much. I hump my hips, feeling the pull and stretch on the tender skin around my clit, the hood rubbing, the panties providing just enough sensation. Sometimes gagging, pulling off to breathe, sometimes my head pushed in, not breathing at all, tears gently on my cheeks. I want to cum with him in my mouth. He knows I love this, that this isn’t just for him.

I can feel his hands on my head, in my hair, sometimes soft and gentle, sometimes pushing me, taking control of my head. His hips are beginning to thrust, I can feel he is lost, close to cumming. Knowing I will have that sweet cum soon, I am sent over the edge, my pussy pulsing as I orgasm. He shoves in deep, almost smothering me, knowing this will make it more intense for me. And this time, this special time, he cums as well. As I am feeling my pussy shudder, pleasure taking over my body, I suck his cum into my throat, greedy for his taste, swallowing as I finish. As I lay there, limp, I let my head rest against his stomach, his cock still in my mouth. I very gently run my tongue along it, and suck just a tiny bit. Not wanting to cause too much sensation, but not ready to release my lovely sweet dessert yet. Finally, as he softens, he pulls my head away, pulling me to lay against him and we both slide into the soft sofa. Resting, sated, knowing this was special.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5z5irb/mf_my_special_sweet_dessert