Maybe if I'm good ....

He was standing by the wall one moment laughing. The next he had reached out and grabbed me and pressed me against the same spot. It was still warm from where he had touched. Perhaps I just imagined that part.

His lips were rough and demanding over mine. His body formed a cage around me. His hands by my shoulders. His hips pressing into mine. His stance widened, his legs framed mine.

As if he would stop me if I moved. As if I would try to get away from his kiss, as rough as it was.

I wouldn't dare pull away. He knew it as well as I. He held me for a different reason, I realized as his hands slide down my body and lifted my short skirt. I might have protested but his tongue swirling in my mouth left me distracted.

My panties went down my legs. He let them drop to the ground. And then the kiss slowed. His body removed. I lifted my hand and wiped my mouth with my fingers. My gaze softened and I could barely focus on him as he grinned at me.

I bent, trying to be ladylike, and pulled the elastic lace around my shoes. Standing, I held them on one finger, an offering. "You wanted them," I said, when he didn't move. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at me. I watched his arm raise, his fingers spread then collapse around the thin material. My eyes refocused by the time he was stuffing it into his pocket.

Wrapping his arm around me, he turned us toward the pathway through the park. I wondered if anyone had stopped to watch the show we'd been putting on, but no one seemed to be staring. "Where to?" I asked.

"I thought we'd find some place where I could fuck you."

Well then.

We walked on. He dropped his hand from my shoulder to my waist, caressing the bare skin that showed with each sway of my hips.

Over a small bridge and then down beside it. He pushed me against one of the cement pillars. It was cold on my bare skin. I shivered from the anticipation.

Then I recalled that we were in public. I looked frantically as far left and right as I could. There wasn't much to be seen, a few feet of walking paths which were fairly empty. But, I was certain someone would see us. I wanted to protest and opened my mouth to do so.

Only to be cut off with another rough kiss. He pulled away and placed a finger against my lips. "Don't even think about arguing." With one hand he pressed it between my thighs. I was dripping wet. "Slut," he added as an afterthought. "Say one word and I won't touch you here again today." He pressed his finger deep inside my body and then pulled it out slowly.

I nodded. He smiled and kissed me softly this time. His fingers started pulling up my skirt. I closed my eyes and rested against the cement pillar. I heard his belt buckle clatter and the soft thud of his pants falling. "Up on your toes," he murmured into my ear as he pressed his body back into mine. I stretched as high as I could and he bent his legs a little. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. His hand between my legs guided his hard cock. And then my pussy was full of him.

"So wet little slut," he muttered and then began fucking me in earnest. I opened my eyes and looked around. The sensations of the cool cement and his hot skin against mine, and the excitement of fucking in secret began to work it's magic on my pussy. And then it was over.

My body was left cold by his absence, but still humming with unfulfilled promises. I let go of my lip and pulled my skirt down watching him refasten his pants.

Maybe if I was a good girl I'd get an orgasm later, I decided with a sigh as I followed him back to the path.

Author's note: I can see that it is the situation that turns me on more than the actual sex. Once there's penetration I lose interest.

Kip and Mandy Excerpt 1

As she went into Kip's bedroom, she felt her heart thud against her ribs. She took a deep breath and closed the door. She could hear the shower already on. She stared at the closed bathroom door for a few moments, trying to settle her nerves. Finally she stripped her clothes off and opened the door.

The room was steamy and she quickly shut it behind her. She ran her hand along the marble counter top, and then across the edge of the jacuzzi. The amount of money Kip had sunk in. It set her a little off balance. She forced those thoughts to the side, as she opened the shower door.

Kip yelped as he spun around. He wiped the water off his face. "Still open?" she asked, her voice pitched high.

He took her hand and pulled her into the spray of hot water. He kissed her then, as the water ran over his head, down her face. He moved so their bodies were pressed together.

Wordlessly, he soaped up his hands and started with her shoulders. By the time he was done, she had been washed all over by his hands. He shut off the water and climbed out. She just wordlessly followed his soundless demands. He dried her off and she closed her eyes, glorying in his hands on her body.

"Did you just come for the shower?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Do we have time?"

"Not to take the time to worship you like I should. But, it's been so long since I've had sex I'll go off the minute you touch me." She had already noticed his erection in the shower.

"Me too. I don't care. The first time, let's just. Not have expectations."

He kissed her and moved her backwards out of the bathroom. "You deserve better than what this is going to be." He picked up her up and placed her on the center of his bed. "You look like you belong there."

He descended upon her. His kisses heated and demanding. His fingers played on her skin, teasing her nipples, tracing circles on her areola. Then he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His fingers traveled down her body. He pressed open her legs. She whimpered in anticipation as her fingers drew restless circles on his chest, squeezed his shoulders.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at him while he caressed her so intimately. He combed his fingers through her dewy curls. He spread the tender lips, a finger pressed into her clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

She practically grabbed his cock, as it lay heavy between them on her thigh. She caressed him gently, rubbed him hard. Amazingly, he grew even harder with each stroke. At least it seemed that way to her. But, four years without sex might have caused her mind to play tricks on her.

He slipped one finger into her. "You feel so tight," he murmured into her ear. She didn't reply, she'd explain later. Maybe. It had been embarrassingly long for her. Instead, she let her legs fall open as she moaned.

He stroked her, stoking her further. She felt like she was about to explode when he stopped. His hand removed. She watched him through hazy eyes as he rolled over. She blinked as she saw him open a silver warper. Thank God he was thinking about protection, she realized as he covered himself.

He rolled her onto her back, pressing his weight into her. "Never doubt how sexy you are," he murmured, as guided his cock into her waiting body. He groaned low into her ear. "Good god, you are fucking tight."

She was. It hurt, so she pressed her eyes closed to hide it. As he started to thrust into her, he slipped a hand between their bodies, caressing that tiny hidden nub. The pain started to recede, and pleasure quickly took it's place. He pressed her higher and higher, rubbing faster and faster, thrusting harder into her. With one hand he lifted her hips upward, in response to the low moans she let out.

She felt herself explode. She opened her eyes in shock as the orgasm washed over her. "Holy mother of-." Kip stopped moving and lifted himself above her so he could see her.

Lunch Date

You appeared as if from thin air in the door way. "How-what are you doing here?" I stammer as I stand.

You smile. I am wary of the mischievous look in your eyes. I vow not to let my guard down, to stay alert. "I told Marie," my boss, "we are going for lunch."

I look at the clock, noon, I can make no excuses. I hear the door click shut as I stare the numbers. I lift my gaze, mouth open to protest. You shake your head., a warning in your eyes as you comes around the desk.

You wrap your arms around my body, pulling me to yours. My belly pressed to your hips, my soft breasts squeezed into your hard chest, the flat of your stomach. Your mouth equally unyielding to my mouth. I mould myself around you, giving to your demands. My mouth opening for your tongue, then changing temperature to match yours.

Strong hands open over my body. You drag roughly over cloth, pulling the underlying skin, my breasts. My nipples come to attention under the scratch of clothes against them. And, then they are left cold, without satisfaction of skin-to-skin or mouth or tongue.

Your hands move down my sides not feeling the curves under, but searching for a goal. I can feel the crinkle of clothes as you curl your fingers around the hem of my skirt. You pull it upward, slowly waiting for me to register the shock of impropriety.

It comes to my attention that we are in my office and my door is merely closed. I break the kiss, pushing at your hands with mine. "Not here," I hiss.

There is a knowing look on your face. "I won't grope you here if you take off your panties now."

I sigh impatiently. I want to argue ground rules. I slide into my chair and wiggle a hot pink thong off. You takes them and stuff them in your pocket with a grin. "Let's go."

I stand once more beside you. You puts a hand on the small of my back, warming me there, and propel me forward. Out the door into the elevator. Thankfully there are others in the elevator or I know I would withstand more languid kisses and hot hands on my body. And your kisses are difficult to say no too. I look at you, almost expressionless standing beside me, hand still on my back. Possessive. I can't say no anyway to you, even without the hot kisses. I want so much to see you happy.

"Where are we going for lunch?" I ask as you move me across the parking lot.

"You'll see." You take the keys from my hand and unlock my car. You press me into the passenger seat and then get into the driver's door and start the car. I frown a little, watching you behind the wheel, as if for the first time. It's not the first, but it's rare. And it's hot. I reach over and put my hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up. My fingers soft, I caress the bulge between your legs.

"I like when you take command. I like watching you drive." My voice is a husky purr.

No reply, no expression change. I sigh and let my hand remain in place, looking out the window as you weave through traffic, trying to gain a clue as to where we are headed.

Your place. You park the car and before I can move are around the car, opening my door. I get out one leg at a time, your hand is on my back again, as if you are worried I'm going to run. Even if I wanted to I have no purse, and no keys. I'm your willing prisoner. I look at you again, with a smile, a warm feeling spreading through my chest.

Inside you press me to the wall, kissing me hard. Your tongue pressing inside of me, moving in long hard strokes. I moan, holding my hands up in acquiescence. Take me, take me, my heart beats. My body arches against yours, trying to get more attention. You're concentration is on impaling my mouth.

I find my hands shaking as I work the buttons on my blouse. Shrugging it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Contorting my arms so I can unsnap my bra. You pull me away from the wall, your lips on my neck and shoulders, moving me backwards. I stumble unsure of myself into your bedroom, you push me down onto the bed.

I flail, fear rushing through my body as I fall. And then a whoosh of relief as I land softly. I pull my loose bra off my arms and toss it off the bed, my eyes on you. You're watching my chest as it heaves, while you strip your shirt and pants off quickly. It looks like one quick motion. I let my eyes roam your naked body, your cock standing at ready.

I start to turn to pull my skirt off but you startle me by speaking. "No! Just pull your skirt up." I know you were planning that, by the look in your eyes, tone of your voice. I edge up on the bed first, laying my head on one of your pillows. It smells of you and I want to rub my face in it. But, your looming body over the bed is more pressing. I pull my skirt up, exposing my pussy for you, spreading my legs wider, inviting you in.

Your body joins me on the bed, your hand sliding between my legs. Your mouth bends to take a nipple into your mouth, sucking hard until I whimper and arch. Through damp curls your hand crawls searching for the heat buried within. Fingers part the tender outer lips, pressing against the nub of my clit. My muscles tense even more, as your calculated touches tease. Just enough to get me going, not enough to get me off. You know exactly how to tease or how to make me come quickly.

I am caught up in the desire, my body twisting and arching wanting to come. But, you don't take me there. I beg, but you deny me the pleasure.

Then suddenly your body is over mine, your cock driving into me. My pussy hugs you, pulling you in tighter. My body screams with joy as you drive into me. I met each thrust with my body, begging for more.

I shiver, your breath on my ear. "Come for me my little slut." Your hand snakes between our bodies, your finger rubbing my clit. My body out of control as it bows to the orgasm. I am shuddering uncontrollably inside and out as you continue to push deeper. And then I feel your body matching mine, trembling, the hardness of your body melting as you come.

You recover quickly, pushing away from me. You disappear, reappearing with my shirt. I sit up ready to take it from you. You wrap it around me, buttoning the front.

"That was a nice lunch. We'll stop and get you something to eat on the way back. I'm afraid there's not much time left on your break."

I smile and shrug. "It was nice anyway. I just need to go clean up."

You shake your head and then the full scope of your plan comes into view. You get me a sandwich at a drive through and then drop me back at the office. You walk me in and sit me at my desk. Pulling my skirt up so I am bare assed against the chair, dripping come onto it.

You kiss my cheek and say in a low voice, "You can get your panties and bra back after work. I'll be waiting for you." And then before I can recover you are gone.

Marie is walking by as you leave. She smiles and says hi and then peeks into my office. I pray I'm not blushing. "Wow, good lunch?"

I squirm in my chair, the material rough on my bare skin. "It was a great lunch." My inner thighs feel sticky and damp. Really great lunch.

It Only Gets Better

This is from a longer piece I'm working on about a couple that has been together for 30 + years. Mainly told in flashback memories as they close on their 30 wedding anniversary.

Later that night when everyone was gone, they sat in silence for a while. He reached for the remote and turned the television on. "News time."

"I'll go to the bedroom and read for a bit."

When he came into the bedroom, she sat on her edge of the bed. She wore a strapless red nightgown. He knelt behind her on the bed and kissed her shoulder.

She reached behind her and touched his thighs. His chest and belly pressed into her back, strong all these years. His hands moved around her to cup her breasts.

Her body reacted to his hand, just like the first time. Her nipple came to attention under the gentle pull of his fingers.

They undressed, helping each other ease of their clothing. Then together they stretched out on the bed, skin to skin.

His fingers stroked the swell of her breasts. The swells had move lower with time. The skin was not as supple or smooth as it once was, but still stimulating.

She stretched up and kissed him, her mouth and tongue hot against him. She ran fingers down her back, grabbing his butt. Then up his chest, teasing his nipples.

He dipped his head to tongue her nipples. And his fingers dipped between her legs he found droplets of moisture gathering.

Her fingers stretched out, then closed around his sex. She stroked up and down his shaft. Her other hand stroked and squeezed his balls.

He moaned into her mouth, feeling the first stirrings of life between his legs.

He reached for the lube in the bedside table behind him, momentarily pulling from her.

She held her hand out. "Please?"

He squeezed some of the cool lubricant into her hand. She let it warm to her hand before lowering it to him again. His eyes closed with pleasure as she slicked it over him with her hand. His breath caught in his throat in a low moan.

She caught the moan in a deep kiss. He dropped the bottle and grabbed her breasts. She moved her hips into him, impatient as ever.

His hands slid down her body. He gripped her hips and pulled them back. "Wait," he said. She sighed, pulling away.

He was hard in her hand. She slowed her strokes, prolonging the pleasure.

He poured the lubrication into his fingers. He watched her eyes as he pushed one slick finger between her lips into her heat. He rubbed his slick thumb against her sensitive clit.

She dropped her hands away from him, as he thrust into her, rubbing her in the way he knew drove her crazy. She moaned and arched her back into him.

As he continued, she rocked her hips against his fingers. She murmured encouragement to him.

She closed her eyes and let out a squeal of enjoyment as she orgasmed on his fingers. Her body clenched tight around him. He nearly came himself at the sensation. But he longed to feel it squeezing him tighter, from the inside.

When she recovered she kissed him again. "Make love to me," she moaned against him. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Yes," he said, teeth gritted.

He moved over her. A hand fitted between them. He spread her, guiding himself into her welcoming body. It was a familiar and new feeling all at once. It was new every time he eased in. He let himself sink deeply into her, groaning with each inch he moved.

He thrust slowly. In and out. Not wanting to hurt her. Holding back was excruciating, as his body lurched wanting to find fulfillment inside of her.

She moved against him quickly, urging him forward. She opened her eyes, watching his face, as their hips met again and again. She put her hands on him, feeling his breath quicken with each movement.

It seemed like moments and forever later, when the world inside him exploded. He came inside her with a grunt and two last weak thrusts.

She sighed contentedly, rubbing his back, holding him tight to her. The love for him swelled in her chest.

His chest pounded into her as he heaved for air.

She worried sometimes about the heaving. But, she knew he kept in shape. And, they'd kept an active sex life all this time.

He moved his weight off her and laid next to her, almost caught his breath again. She felt her body expand into the space he'd left.

"Not bad for an old guy right?"

"You're not an old guy. You are as sexy as the day I met you."

He kissed her. "I love you, like the day I met you."

She smiled up at him. "I loved you before I met you."

"You did?"

She nodded.

A preview

It had been a long week, an exciting week, but a long week nonetheless. Rough play, hot sex and showing herself off. When they hadn't been in bed, he'd wanted her in front of the camera. At least it seemed that way to her as she replayed the events in her mind. There was only one thing they hadn't done.

She rolled over onto her side, leaning over him. He smiled at her and stretched up for a kiss.

She lowered her head and kissed him. "Can I make a request?"

"Of course."

"I want you. I want you slow and soft and sweet."

He looked at her. She tapped her fingers on his chest, counting off the beats to keep her anxiety at bay. One, two, three, four ...

"Sweet?" He hummed as he brushed her hair back from her face.

She nodded, and looked away from him. Her face flushed red and hot. She wanted to crawl off the bed and retreat to the bathroom.


His slid his hand from her hair down her body, cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His eyes intent on her face, watching her eyes get wider and darker. He bent his head and kissed her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved in slow circles around it, until she had tipped her head back and let out a low moan. Then he let go and moved to her right breast and gave it the same attention.

"How am I doing?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.

She brought her attention back to him, focusing her eyes on his. A sharp intake of breath and then she managed to squeak out, "Good."

He smiled, putting his arm around her. He eased her onto her back, lifting his body over hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue sweeping her mouth.

She arched her body up to his, wanting to feel him inside. Her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed against him.

Reaching a hand between them, he pushed her hips down. "Not yet."

She whimpered and pushing up harder. He pulled back from her and looked at her sharply. Then she withdrew. "You always were too impatient," he muttered. He moved his body down and kissed between her breasts. Then down further, tracing his path with hot kisses.

He stopped and kissed both of her hips. His warm hands pressed on her inner thighs and moved them apart. He kissed each thigh in turn.

She trembled with anticipation, raising her head so she could look at him. He met her eyes and shook his head. "Lay back and relax. Enjoy."

She thought about arguing. She wanted to watch. But she gave in, laying down, she tried to reach out and touch his hair to have a connection with him, but she couldn't reach him.

He leaned his face in and kissed her heated center. Her desire was evident in the aroma wafting from her pussy. He couldn't believe he'd spent a whole week fucking her raw and hadn't once stopped to smell her, to taste her. He licked his lips in anticipation.

With soft fingers, he spread her pussy lips.

When his hot tongue hit her body she lifted her hips. She thought she was going to fly off the bed and he had barely touched her.

Without removing his mouth from her, he reached up with one hand and pressed her hips back down. He lapped at her between the folds of her labia.

He moaned softly into her, as he felt more fluid seep out of her body.

He held her down with one hand, the other spreading her pussy lips further. He licked at her clit, making her twist and cry out.

His hot tongue continued it's gentle lapping at her. She felt the heat rising in her body, from her toes to the tip of her head and out her fingers. She thought she might be on fire. She felt a deep pressure starting in her belly. Something more intense then she had felt all week.

She squeezed her muscles together, hoping to stave off the inevitable, hoping to slow down. But, his tongue knew just where to touch her and moments later her body was tensing and relaxing. She twisted her body, crying out his name over and over.

He held her hips down on the bed, continuing to suck on her pussy, until the waves of her orgasm stopped coming.

He moved up her body and kissed her deeply. "Sweet enough?"

"Oh god, I need to fuck you," she murmured.

He smiled at her, but didn't move.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me."

"Slow, remember?" he said, moving his body over hers.

He eased his cock into her. The entire time he had spent with her, she hadn't ever felt this wet and open. He moved his hips slowly. He tried to prolong the experience as she had asked. But, her reaction and how good her pussy felt, pulling him deeper inside, he couldn't go slowly. He was soon thrusting hard into her, almost pounding against her. He strained to go deeper, so he could find release.

He arched his back and gave a cry as he came inside of her. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He released his arms and let his body fall onto of hers.

"That was perfect," she said softly. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, wishing she could stay like this forever.

This is likely a preview to my Nanowrimo 07, Mack and Lucy. It hasn't been decided yet. But it was inspired by completly different events rather than NaNoWriMo.

You've been Missed

The ringing phone tore me from sleep. I rolled over and grabbed it, wanting it to stop. Groggy, I mumbled. "Hello?"

"I'm coming." The voice was strong and awake on the other end. The unspoken message was get yourself together, a warning.

I hung up the phone and sat up fully. I yawned widely, my hands busy pulling my tangled hair straight.

It seemed like a moment later the was a precursory knock on the door. I didn't retrieve my glasses I as I stumbled to the doorway. I heard the keys in the door as I leaned against the wall in the hall. I pulled my pants straight, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. The door swung open.

I heard the lock click into place. My eyes flew open, my heart jumped into my throat. He turned his gaze on me. I blushed like a teenage girl, caught staring at her crush in the hall. Actually, except for the teenage part, it was exactly like that. I giggled and stepped back, unable to take my eyes off him.

He closed the space between us. Grabbing my upper arms, he pushed me against the wall. His mouth covered mine, a burning kiss between us. His tongue seared my mouth. I was branded - His.

My body became paralyzed between him and the wall. His mouth impressed upon mine, making love to me.

I gripped his upper arms. My fingertips dug into his biceps. I was holding on for dear life, as his passion swept me away.

He tore his mouth from mine, taking his heat with him. I shivered, suddenly cold. His hand dug into my hair, pulling my head back. "I missed you," he murmured. His teeth scrapped against the tender flesh of my throat.

I let go of his arms and started to push his jacket off of his shoulders. "I missed you too." My voice was throaty and breathless.

He shrugged the jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. I dropped my hands, becoming passive again. I dropped my gaze to his chest.

He tugged on my hair, lifting my head again. He kissed me again. His hands dropped, grabbing my top and working it over my tummy, my breasts. I lifted my arms letting him remove it from my body. I tried to keep up, returning his kisses. But, through my sleepy haze and his sudden appearance, I could only let him use my body. And to enjoy the attention he lavished on it.

I watched him through my lashes as he bent his head to my breast. His lips and tongue still hot from the kiss, took one nipple in.

I moaned, gyrating my hips. His hands on my waist encouraged the movement.

"Have you been a good girl while I've been away?" His question was a brief reprise from the sweet torture his mouth was giving me.

Before I could answer, he latched onto the second nipple. All thought left for several moments. I grappled to remember the question. "Yes." The reply was ground out from my clenched teeth. "I've tried to be good."

"Tell me everything. Now." His mouth trailed hot kisses down my belly. His tongue stopped to swirl my belly button.

I nearly missed the command in his voice. Had he been away that long?

His tongue was tickling, while his hands worked on the tie of my pants. I had to think fast, to answer before he got my pants down and his mouth was kissing, licking, sucking the heat of me.

"I got off a couple of times a week. While you were gone." I swallowed hard, as he slid the pants down my legs.

"Only a couple?" He stopped, looking up at me. "I'm disappointed. Were you thinking of me? That I would do this?" He pressed his mouth into the crotch of my panties, blowing hot air against my pussy through the thin material. He pulled back, looking at my crotch. "Look how wet you are already."

I nodded, whimpering and shaking from the effort of keeping still. "Yes I thought of you all the time."

"Did you think of me kissing your wet pussy?" He slipped my panties down my ankles. I was trapped by my clothing. If I tried to move I would likely fall over.

"No, I thought of fucking you."

"Always the cock." He put his thumb against my clit and rubbed a slow circle.

I nodded and whimpered.

"Any cock?"

"Just yours."

I leaned my head back against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when he removed his thumb. Carefully, slowly, he used his fingers to open my pussy lips.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

My response was a tortured cry. "Yes I want you."

He didn't move. His thumb becoming still.

I sighed, gathering myself. "Yes, I want your mouth on my hot pussy."

I was open to him. I closed my eyes, anticipating, ready for him.

His tongue slid between the folds. Heat on heat, made me burst into flame.

Just can't get clean.

"Go start the shower."

I stand and go to the bathroom. Leaning in, turning on the shower. Holding one hand under the pouring water, the other adjusting the temperature until it's just the way you like it. I stick my head out the door and call that it's ready.

You come in, undress, dropping your clothes on the floor. I sigh and stand to the side, watching your naked body. My body responds and I shift.

I stay watching as you get under the warm spray and wash yourself. I get the towel ready thinking you will turn the water off and step out. Instead you beckon me into the shower. I start to undress but you shake your head. "Just get in here now."

I closes my eyes and breath. "Oh."

I step under the spray, feeling it cover my shirt and pants, a muttered prayer of thanks that I'm not wearing jeans. I brush my hair back from my face, wiping the water away.

Your hand on the top of my head pushes me down. I lower myself to my knees, squaring my body in front of yours, my head at your crotch.

I glance up at you briefly, but you aren't looking at me. I take your half hard cock into my mouth, sucking a little. Your hand pets the side of my hair, moving me so you can stand under the warm water.

I shiver, the warmth of the water taken off of me. I feel your cock growing hard in my mouth, on my tongue. I start to bob my head, your cock moving in and out of my mouth. Your hands tighten on the sides of my heads, and I take a deep breath, relaxing my whole body.

You just hold me, your hands moving with my head. I hold you in my mouth, deep, relaxing. Your cock threatening to push against my reflex. I use my tongue to press your cock to the roof of my mouth. Once I am relaxed, I continue, pulling you deeper into my mouth.

Your hands stroke my hair again. I smile to myself, pleased with the reaction.

I am getting tired, my mouth is sore. You notice I am becoming lax. You grab the sides of my hair and start pulling and pushing my head in and out. Then, you are thrusting your hips into my face. Your cock deep in my mouth, pressing deeper.

I focus on my hands on your hips. Suppressing the need to sputter as you thrust, hitting the back of my mouth.

Your body shudders, becoming stiff. You come into my mouth. I gulp, with a shudder. You turn the water off and then pull your cock out of my mouth. You look down at me, smiling and shaking your head. "Dirty even in the shower."