To the man who brought me to my knees...

"I got in trouble the last time," I confessed.  "For being too loud."

Sometimes we ease into each other, take our time feeling each other's rhythm of breath. Linger on the curves of our bodies and hold kisses longer than necessary.

This is not one of those times.

The moment I opened my front door to him I grabbed him by his shirt and pressed my lips against his.

I've been waiting to get close to him all night.  Texts exchanged including directives to get on my knees numerous times earlier that evening sent my head spinning.  The car ride home was torture; waiting for him to arrive was even worse.  Waves of arousal have coursed through my body for hours.  We stand in the center of my bedroom and I place my palm flat in the center of his chest, pulling him close to me with my other hand, kiss him swiftly. 

Though one might not suspect at first glance, he is an impeccable kisser.  He's masterful at it and what rips me apart even more is knowing it's just another one of his innate wondrous talents.  He employs the almost-perfect combination of soft and firm that makes me weak in the knees.  Tonight I resist the urge to sigh into his kiss as I put my hands on his face, pulling him in even closer. 

We tear at each other's clothes and I can hardly resist the urge to beg him to fuck me from behind the second I feel his fingers start to work on the first button of my shirt.  Very quickly I am half-naked in front of him.  I want to ravage him almost as much as I want him to ravage me.  Almost.

But tonight I want something new.  Something we've never tried before.  Something even I have never tried before.

"I want to ask you for something, but I don't want you to think badly of me. Promise you won't think badly of me."

"I won't."

"I want to get on my knees in front of you, and I want you to come all over my face," I whispered into his ear, biting it at the end.  "I want you to come.  All.  Over.  Me."

I don't have to hear a single world from him.  His exhalation of breath says it all. Mere seconds and I'm looking up at him, yearning.

I love being here.  I belong here. The only thing that makes me wetter than submitting to a man is submitting to this man.  The thought of pleasuring him sends chills down my entire body.  I crave his commands and the pleasure comes to both of us that results from them. 

I have been fiending for his cock for days.  

And if a torturously great kiss wasn't enough, he also wields the best dick I've ever had in my mouth (well, not just my mouth).  Men always obsess about size - length, girth, what have you - which is one of the reasons, in my opinion (that may be discussed in another post), why they fail so often at understanding what truly turns a woman on.  He has the smoothest dick I have ever felt.  It's so incredibly soft and smooth to the touch it's near perfect, and that, gentlemen, is irresistible.  The size was pretty great as well. Before his dick I didn't exactly mind giving blow jobs, but with him I craved them.

What he doesn't know is that I am watching his face twist in restraint and pleasure as he pushes himself deeper down my throat.  He is dying to come but he doesn't want to yet and I can feel my own wetness slowly dripping down my legs because I am so turned on by it all. He leans back and closes his eyes, then falls slightly forward as he grabs ahold of my hair.

I love it when he pulls my hair.

I can feel him getting closer and I put one hand between my legs.  I moan as I feel how turned on I am.  He's excruciatingly turned on by it. 

He's about to come and my heartbeat quickens.

"Come on me," I beg in my dirty girl voice as I stroke him just how he likes it.  "Please come on me."

As he comes I open my mouth just slightly.  I want to taste him.  My face is covered and it's so warm; I love it.  I want him to keep coming.  He does.  He is breathing so hard and grabs onto the top of my shoulders.  I breath hard as well, moaning still.  It's everything I wanted.  And it's fucking hot.

"I'm sorry I came…so much.  But when I'm really turned on I come a lot."

"Don't apologize.  It was so hot."

After a few moments of basking in his cum I go to the bathroom. I can see in the soft glow of the light from the building next door as it pours into my dark bathroom, illuminating his sweet cum all over my face and dripping down onto my chest. It's as if I have covered my body in the slick, smooth lining of an oyster shell.   I take my hand and I slowly smooth it down between my breasts.  Then all over them.  I want to run my hand all the way down my body and touch myself but I can't.  I slide my hand down to my belly button and shutter.

It was perfect.

I come back out into my bedroom and I can see he concurs, which gets me excited all over again.

"God," I said. "I can't wait to fuck you now."