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As soon as you get in the door I push you against the wall, clear I'm not waiting. I touch my lips close to yours but I'm not going to let you kiss me either. That's right, tonight you're begging. You lean in trying to catch my mouth but I'm already flicking my tongue along your neck with tiny bites that make you shiver. You can feel my breath hot and fast against your skin.

I slide my hand up your shirt and dig my fingers into you pulling you closer. I bite a little harder now. I press myself tight against you. I pull your shirt over your head and wrap my arms around your neck, drawing your mouth to mine. You can feel me stay right there and smile, challenging you to take control and kiss me hard. I pull away, you're confused at first until you realize I'm making room for my hand to reach the button of your jeans. The other hand rubs against you. You can feel it's warmth as you grow hard against it. You know what's coming next but I'm taking my time to get there.

You can hear your zipper being drawn down and you can't believe what's happening. I drop to my knees and look up to make sure you're watching. I slowly pull your jeans down. I leave your underwear on, I'm just not ready to give you the satisfaction of the touch of my mouth on your skin.

I press my cheek against you, brushing against you over and over. You're hard as rock. You can feel my hot breath through the fabric, dying for me to wrap my lips around you. I slide one hand up your leg and, finding it's way under, I grip the top part of your hip and thigh. My fingers are so close to where you want me to be touching. My other hand starts to rub you now with more intent, creating more heat from the friction on the cloth. You lean your head back, close your eyes and groan, unsure of how long your legs will hold out. How long you can hold out. I hear your moans and my body responds in ways it hasn't in a long time. I can feel myself become wet between my legs. I start to ache for the feel of you inside me. It takes all my self-control not to pull you to the floor and put you, warm and hard, into me, ready and wet.

I pull your underwear down so now it's just you and my mouth. I haven't heard the word I'm looking for yet so I start a slow tease of your cock. I circle around the tip, slowly around and around. I start at the bottom and drag my tongue all the way to the top, lightly at first but then again a second and third time with a little more pressure...with a little more tongue. I wrap my hand around you tight moving it up and down while I gently lick your balls. And then I take them into my mouth, lightly sucking on them. Carefully, I’m walking the line of pleasure and trust.

I'm still waiting for that word, for you to beg me to take you all the way into my mouth. Knowing I'm making you squirm, hearing your desire, makes me feel alive for the first time in forever. But that word, where is that word? I want so badly to taste your hot release in my mouth. How much more can you take? Where is that word? That one word that will end this sweet torture. I finally hear the word. It's more like a groan. I know you can't take much more. I take you in my mouth, all of you, deep. I hold you there for a few seconds before pulling back, dragging my lips firmly across you making sure you are wet from shaft to tip.

I go deep again. Slowly working up a rhythm.

I feel the urgency now. I whisper breathlessly, I want you to cum, I want to hear you.

I work on you faster, harder. I know you're close.

Your hand reaches down to my head helping me to find the rhythm that is going to push you over. I can feel your cock throb getting ready to release.

I know you're there. You groan loudly, your body starts to quiver and your knees buckle.

I keep you in my mouth until the very end. Swallowing you to the very last. I rest my head against your thigh. You’re breathing fast, unable to talk. Your legs give out.

I smile.

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