UrbanUpdate

The best pleasure comes from denial of said pleasure.

Drag it out. Make him wait.

With dangerous eyes and a smirk of teasing mischief, I drag one palm down his chest. Like a homing missile, my fingertips deftly locate the solid head of his cock which is trapped in his jeans and pointing at such an awkward angle….poor thing. Some circular rubbing to tease through fabric before I abandon it for the buttons and zipper. His cock springs forward after its long-awaited release, already glistening with pre-come.

With my hand wrapped around his cock I rub the semen over the tip, a momentary feel of lubrication on dry skin. I run my hand lightly from the base, up the underside, skit over the head, back down the topside. Repeat. Watch his cock dance and his body twitch in anticipation.

My hand goes lower to grip the base firmly and I let just the tip of my tongue drag up his cock from the base, stopping halfway. Again, going a little farther. Again, up to the tip. Again, this time with a flatted tongue, firm pressure. When I hear the sharp intake of breathe and see his cock twitch as I near the frenulum, I pause there. Lower lip pressed against hard silky flesh, my tongue now languishing on that spot. There is no other movement save for my tongue. Just a few….more…centimeters and he would be in my mouth. He is holding is breathe now, I can tell, waiting for me to plunge him into warm wetness.

But I drag back down with my lips. Back up with my tongue. Closer now, he can feel moist breathe enveloping the head of his cock and my tongue swirls in circles around it. Almost….nope. Not yet.

He is shaking. His legs are trembling. His hands alternate between clenching and opening, going for my head. He is contemplating an act of force, I know, out of sheer desperation. But he knows that this time I am in control, and he lets me do my thing.

My next acrobatic tongue-trip up lands my lips wrapped around the head. No sucking. Just swirling tongue, pressure of lips, wetness and heat.

I stop. Stare at him. Teasing smirk on my end, begging eyes on his end.

In a moment, he’ll get his due.