I should be in bed but...

I was thinking. Of course I was. And you can guess who I was thinking of.

He lay back on the bed having wrapped his fingers around his cock he was quietly masturbating, knowing I was watching. Knowing I couldn't resist. I flicked my tongue over his nipple which got a positive response. My hand moved down to cup his balls, feeling them warm and pliable in my hand.

"It's really too bad I can't use my mouth yet," I sighed, moving my body down closer to his cock. As my head got closer his hand worked a little more furiously. Finally, with my mouth hovering over him he stopped, letting his hand fall away. I smiled and kissed his cock. My lips began to trail over it, squeezing and slipping up and down the length, not taking him inside. He groaned. "It really is too bad. You have no idea..." I stopped to kiss the tip of his cock "...how hard it is not to take you into my mouth right now..." I let the very tip of my tongue slide out to lick the length of his cock "...I want to... so bad...." He groaned again, his hand clenching on the bed next to me.

I smiled and got up, "hold that thought" I said. I walked into the next room and returned, my hair pulled back and moved back to lavish my attention on his cock. I gazed up at him momentarily before moving down to kiss and hesitantly lick his cock, "You smell like pussy," I told him with a smile he couldn't see. It was so fucking sexy being able to smell myself on him. I inhaled deeply and finally took the plunge, hoping to god I wouldn't suffer.

I opened my mouth and carefully took him inside. His cock slid against my tongue rubbing across the barbell as much as I'd let it. He gasped. I strained my eyes upward to watch his reaction as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I rubbed my tongue on the shaft before letting him slide back out. I considered for a moment more and then drew him back inside, being somewhat less careful. His reaction was amazing. As I worked on his cock, I remained gentle and careful making sure my tongue wouldn't be harmed... but I couldn't contain myself from rubbing the stud along the ridge of his cock... where the piercing got caught and tugged just a but too much for my tongue... but he liked it. He reached up over his head, grabbing the bed with both hands, his body arching slightly into my mouth. His sounds were of sexual surrender.

I played with him for several minutes until I was sure I had to stop for my own health. It saddened me not to be able to devote myself to worshipping his cock. He looked vaguely dazed as I moved away, apologetic. "I'll do better next time," I promised, "I'm really much better than that... it's just... my tongue" I sighed. He pulled me close to kiss me, his hand moving back down to his cock. "It's just so wonderful to have someone who WANTS to be there..." he said.

If only he knew how much I still want to be there.