Grinning from ear to ear, and rubbing the sizeable bulge in his jeans he saunters toward you, devouring your firm body with his eyes. You expect him to drop his pants and ram himself deep into you, but he surprises you by dropping to his knees and pulling your hand away from your aching sex.
"Mmmm, now this is a meal," he winks, and with hands firmly spreading your thighs he leans in, running his nose up and down your slit as he inhales the scent of your arousal.
Your muscles quiver as you look down at him, waiting and wanting. Finally he stops nuzzling you and with his hands spread you wide before oh-so-slowly moving towards you. His breath is hot, inflaming your arousal even more before the actual touch of his tongue has your pushing towards him. But no matter how much you squirm and try to force yourself onto his tongue he manages to evade you, tasting only the outer edges of your lips as he teases you.
"Damn it," you curse him, and he laughs softly. When his tongue finally lands firmly on your slit you convulse, fighting the urge to reach down and yank him in, gripping the slats of the pallet you're lying on.
The empty warehouse echoes your moans back at you as he delves deeper, alternating his tongue-fucking with sucking your clit until it stands out, a rigid little nub crying for attention. Each time he neglects it you nearly wrench him back with your hands, resisting that urge at first, then finally giving in, burying fingers in his greasy hair to try and pull him back.
"Bastard!" you growl as he closes his mouth, letting only his steaming breath touch your clit. That in itself is enough to keep your arousal high, but you want his tongue, dammit.
A chuckle precedes the sound of his zipper and you happily let go, anticipating the fuck you've been waiting for.
But instead of just fucking you then and there he says, "There's something I want to do." |