I flinch for a moment, but not for too long. "How about we change the rules, baby?" I whisper, the desires taking a toll on me.
"Whatever you want, baby."
I descend with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to heighten the anticipation that crackles between us. My hips move sinuously, tracing a tantalizing path downward until I'm positioned just above him, my mouth hovering tantalizingly close to the throbbing tip of his arousal. Oh, how I ache to feel its hardness against my tongue and to taste the essence of his desire as it spills forth.
With a soft moan of anticipation, I finally make contact, my tongue tracing a slow, languid path along the length of his shaft. I savor the taste of him and the way he responds to my touch with a low, guttural groan of pleasure. But before I
