Sometimes I look at you and I want you silent...completely silent. Breathing...soft moanings are allowed, but words...no words this time. Only speak to me through your eyes and your responses. All day my mind has been traveling over the images that are etched in it's memory. And those arms... those ripped arms that wrap around me when you surprise me from behind and press that bulge up against my ass. My hand reaching back and running my fingers under your ball sack, back and forth from your ass to your base. Feeling the thick warmth of your breath against my neck.
My hands have been itching to touch you, feel the texture of your skin and the smoothness of your shaft beneath them. My mouth waters as I remember your taste and girth passing through my lips. The muscles in your chest rippling as you breathe while my fingers explore you; readying you to be taken. Reminding you again how addicted you are to me. Your thighs twitching and balls rising tight as I lightly run my fingers along your member feeling the pre-cum trickling out of your slit. You try to hold on, you know you must hold on, I need to savor you, every breath...every movement...every moan. I watch your cock head glisten with desire. I can still taste you on the roof of my mouth. You start to close your eyes but I demand you to look at me.
Desire builds, pulsing, rising and reaching for you. I want to feel you inside me, but the need to possess you is stronger. The need to see you on the edge over and over until you're reaching your ass and hips off the bed craving for me to enter you. Legs quivering, breath catching and your eyes begging.
I'll take you and never forget how the countenance of your face looks when you've given me everything. And for that moment I'm satiated. Until my hunger and lust for you rises again.
Priming you for my pleasure.