Soon, I was in just the panties and thigh high stockings. I crawled across the bed to him, scissors in my mouth. I knelt and dropped them into his hand, then presented a smooth hip. He opened the scissors and slid the tip across my skin lightly, then snipped the panties off my hip. I rolled and presented the other hip, snagging his towel as I went. He was thick and hard, already moist at the tip. I barely felt the other side come undone as he freed me and I slid my stocking covered thighs over his lower legs. He leaned in and tried to take a nipple in his mouth, I gently pushed him back onto the pillows, pressed one hand flat onto his chest and used the other to guide his cock inside my mouth.
I loved the way he felt under my hands. His muscles taut and steaming with head. His cock, thick and slightly salty as I worked around its length with my tongue. I could hear his sharp inhale as I plunged him as deep as I could down my throat, my hands caressing his base. I stroked him with hands and lips, feeling his hands bury themselves in my curls as he moaned and rocked upward gently. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was so incredibly gorgeous, so fucking sexy… I smiled with my good fortune and raised up onto my knees.