In my head [mf] [fantasy] [oral]

“How can you look so innocent with me down your throat like this” he asks.

And I look up at him. Large brown meeting pale half lidded eyes. I’d love to smirk but my lips are occupied. Stretched over the expanse of his shaft. My hands are still in my lap at this time. Still partially wet from stroking him as I worked him deep within my mouth. And surprisingly this kneeling position is quite comfortable. More than I’d have thought considering the hard wood of the floor against my knees. I can feel his long finger twitch in my hair and his thigh muscles shiver and quake with effort. I blink cutely at him and hum with acknowledgement. The hum brings a nice hitch in his breath that spreads warmth throughout my body. As if I wasn’t already dripping with desire before I ended up here. I rake my nails lightly over pale thighs and start to bob my head. The resulting groan is everything and the sheer feeling of him filling me is intoxicating. His normal wordiness is replaced by harsh breathing and soft moans. And I am happy enough here on my knees that it might take an actual force of nature to move me. That force of nature of course, is the man himself. Tugging on my hair to pull me up off the floor before crashing his lips and teeth none to gently to my already wet and spit slicked mouth. I whimper. I run my hand up and down his back, into his hair, and, over his chest; and allow my breath to be stolen by him. Allowing him to breathe through me. I can feel him, hard and throbbing, against my stomach and the wetness at my core is slowly trickling down my legs.

He pushes me against the wall. His pale eyes completely swallowed by his pupil, his skin pink and flushed. He trails a hand down my body. He stops briefly to pinch my highly sensitive nipple with esquisite force. My heart beats dub step rhythms in my chest as one of his thick nimble fingers finds it’s way to my damp vulva. It starts to slowly and deliberately rub circles around my most sensitive parts. And I can’t help but shiver.

“You like that” he remarks.

It’s obvious. It feels like my entire body is sparking with electricity. It takes everything I have not to start grinding onto his fingertip. I can’t help my embarrassed blush from the moan that comes out of my mouth. Instead of words that have tried and failed to form inside of my head. Words of deities and affirmation. I’m impossibly wet. The sounds of his fingers inside of me is loud in the almost quiet of the room. A quiet punctuated by my harsh breathing, swallowed moans, and soft whimpering. I’m close. So very close. Inches from it. My moaning is louder. Breathing harder. I’m not getting enough air. My eyes a clenched. Except when they are open enough to see the delighted air that clings around him. His brown hair in disarray, lips swollen from kisses. And like that the world exploded into a cascade of stars. And I am a twitching mass of languid muscle. I’m pretty sure I moaned his name into his ear and bit his shoulder while my thighs clamped around his hand. Holding on desperately to his body is the only reason I still stand.

He is smiling at me. In a way I should feel embarrassed, cumming so easily on his fingers the way I did. But I know I’m up for more. That I’m already excited to finally have him enter me, to glide over him, to feel his hands on my hips while I rock above him. Or as he pound into me from behind, my fingers clenching the floor or bed sheets as my sole connection to reality. Or as he hitches my legs over his shoulders and holds tight to guide himself deeper and deeper into me.

“Are you ok?” He asks me, concern in his eyes as he sits at the bench. I’m instantly transported back to my reality. Where none of that ever happened. Where the feel and weight of his erection never made its way to my tongue. Where the feel of his nails and fingertips were just figments of my imagination and we both have a job to do. Time sensitive ones. Where people are relying on our expertise.

“Yeah sorry, just lost in my own head again.”

“One day you’ll let me see inside that pretty little mind of yours he says.” And one day maybe I will.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/668hus/in_my_head_mf_fantasy_oral