I told him how badly I wanted to feel the warmth of his body. How I wanted to feel his hands wandering all over my body. How I wanted to feel his lips on mine, while he tells me what he wants to do to me. How I wanted him to keep his eyes on me as he whispers how he wants to have his way with me and for him to see my lips parting in a gasp and my teeth grinding on my lips harshly over all the pent up frustration I had for him.
I told him how badly I wanted to get down on my knees. How I wanted him to thrust his hips into my mouth. How I wanted him to grab onto my hair and let me feel him down my throat. How I want him to see tears brimming on the corners of my eyes as I bob my head up and down on his cock. How I wanted to hear him encourage me to take more, to slowly push my head down as I stare up into his dark eyes, full of nothing but lust. That would be enough for me to become a moaning, whimpering and begging mess.