She doesn’t hurt me quite that badly again, and truth to tell, I didn’t really expect her too. She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to get off on that kind of thing. Doesn’t matter, though. I’m here for her, not the other way round. She does tease me a little bit more with her nails and her tongue before she starts sliding down me, tasting and using her teeth as she does. I think I know what she’s got in mind, but I’m not going to let myself get my hopes up yet.
She pauses and looks up at me, eyes shining, licking her lips like someone just served her dessert. And then she takes my cock in hand. Her hands are so soft, and it feels like she knows what she’s doing, firm and purposeful. And then she puts her tongue out, and oh God is that a bit of metal in her tongue, too? Don’t have much time to look at it before I can feel it, scraping a little as she licks me, likes she’s trying to figure out if she wants to do this. My hips jerk at that warm, wet touch, and I can’t think for a minute. Probably make some kind of noise, too. When I can think, though, I start wondering why she’s doing this. “Sweetheart, you don’t— you don’t have to do that.” I’m supposed to be working, here, and lying there letting her pay attention to me does not feel like work.
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Date: 2010-09-16 12:45 am (UTC)She pauses and looks up at me, eyes shining, licking her lips like someone just served her dessert. And then she takes my cock in hand. Her hands are so soft, and it feels like she knows what she’s doing, firm and purposeful. And then she puts her tongue out, and oh God is that a bit of metal in her tongue, too? Don’t have much time to look at it before I can feel it, scraping a little as she licks me, likes she’s trying to figure out if she wants to do this. My hips jerk at that warm, wet touch, and I can’t think for a minute. Probably make some kind of noise, too. When I can think, though, I start wondering why she’s doing this. “Sweetheart, you don’t— you don’t have to do that.” I’m supposed to be working, here, and lying there letting her pay attention to me does not feel like work.