The gift for the man who has everything.
Sit upon your throne, and I’ll kneel between your knees. Timidly, I’ll turn my big green eyes up to you, moisten my lips with the very tip of my tongue, and beg you silently for permission to proceed: ‘May I? Please?’ as my body shudders with desire for you.
You may rest your head, lean it back against the velvet cushions, drape your arms along the padded rails and close your eyes.
I’ll release the sash on your fine silk robe…there, that’s better. If you’ll allow me just a moment, I’ll gaze upon you in all of your glory, drink it in and save this vision for later, when I will use it upon myself. My mouth is watering at the sight of you. I want to touch you, just graze my fingernail across the very tip-but I won’t-not just yet.
Instead, I’ll slip my palms from your knees, up your thighs and gently part your legs so that I may lean in to you. I can already taste you on my lips. It takes all I have not to devour you in a frenzied rush, but this moment is to savor, and I promise, I will pace myself. Your shaft is not quite solid. I have not yet earned it, but the pearl of moisture sparkling on the tip beckons me, and with hot breath I’ll advance upon you, inhale you into my mouth, and roll your swollen head across my tongue.
Now, I must use my hands, if only to hold myself at bay, and I grasp the base of your rod with one hand, cup your sack with the other. I can’t hold back. My body is overtaken with the sweetness of it all, and I gently sway my hips back and forth. If you were to touch me at this moment-just to cup your palm around the swell of my bottom-my legs would dissolve beneath me.
However, this moment is for you, so leave your hands where they lie, and I’ll begin to run my tongue up and down your shaft in lazy circles. I can’t keep my lips from wrapping around it. I shimmy my head to jam you inside my mouth, until I’ve taken in every millimeter. I swallow, and swallow again, creating a vacuum chamber. My tongue never stops slathering you while I’m holding you gently between my teeth. I release you and blow cold air across your slick, tender skin.
I grasp you in my fist, and follow my mouth, slide my hand around and up and down, and lick and suck and nip. A moan rumbles from deep within me, and when I come up for air, my breath hisses between my teeth.
I flip my hair away from my face. Will you hold it back for me? Will you close your eyes or watch me? Watch me, please. I promise I’ll hold your gaze-mine liquid, pleading, begging for praise-is this good? Does this please you?
I can feel your buttocks clenching. You rise in your seat and squeeze your eyelids shut…I could do this forever.
A sound escapes your lips. I sway my hips, pump my head faster, and you moan again and clutch my hair between your fingers, crush my face into your belly while your muscles jerk over and over. You thrust your cock into my mouth, bruise the back of my throat with your powerful orgasm. My body quakes. The sheer joy of bringing you over shatters me.
If you’ll allow me, I’ll collapse for a moment to catch my breath. I’ll rest my cheek against your thigh and watch the aftershocks twitching through you.
I want more…but this isn’t about me, so rest your hand on my head as my signal to leave, and I’ll rise, slowly back away, and disappear into the shadows.