Glistening so.

So close, I could feel your breath upon me.
But we'd both know how I liked to drive you mad.
Oiled hand, palm and finger, and even occasionally elbow would come down, returning to the flesh of your shoulders, arms and back. This time, the grasp full, the slide of hand complete. I'd make you glisten and glow fully, thoroughly. Oiled until you dripped. The press of hand and palm nourishing and mellowing the flesh, making divots and channels in the muscle and flesh. Oh how your muscle and flesh would roll and gently stretch. Putty beneath my hands. making it flow, making it weave like gently running currents flowing through a stream. And slowly, inconsistently, I'd gradually make my way further and further down your back. Getting ever closer to that prize we both know we wanted me to claim. The hands would wash and press southward, before returning to the upper back, teasingly getting you to question if they would go lower.
And yes, they would. But I would keep you guessing.
Firm and thorough the hands would be, and as I'd lean on top of you, you'd know, you'd feel, how if I wanted too, I could throw my weight into it, and you'd be pinned. Mine. At my mercy. But not tonight... Tonight... you were a gemstone, a jewel, to be polished to glimmering brilliance.
All the meanwhile, my cock veiled by that last barrier, inescapable from your vision, so close... you could almost...
And you had to. You weren't going anywhere. We both knew what we wanted, and we both knew it was only a matter of time.
It would happen around the same time, our permission confirming the other's. My hands would finally reach their southern destination. fingers sliding, prodding, slipping like a knife into butter, beneath the pants covering your ass. A taste here, a sip there, before withdrawing. And then, a layer deeper, slipping beneath briefs and pants, as your ass felt the long-awaited return of my touch. Firm. Sliding. Moving. Oiled. And then, it would go.. only to return after a short diversion to the sides of your waist. deeper this time, flowing along the curve of your glutes, the strength of my hunger palpable in my fingers. that ass of yours stoking my flame.
I was going to make every last bit of you shine.
And you would play your part.
At long last, your hands grip the sheets below, your shoulders tighten, your neck cranes forward, you head lifts. I recoil ever so slightly, hands slipping from your ass back up towards your shoulder blades, my gaze drifting down below me. Our eyes meet. We see each other's lust, as your lips part, and your teeth lightly bite onto the edge of my briefs, our gaze never breaking. You pull your head down, taking my briefs with them. I would stand erect and bare before you, iron hard and thick. your senses, already stimulated, would have a full serving. Sweat, Oil, musk, me. Sadly, you weren't _that _good at stripping me in such a pose, and I would help you out, given my seating position. But, when we were done, I would be there, right before you... And I wouldn't want to leave you wanting, despite how much you liked a good tease.
And so, I would catch up. Leaning forward above you, My legs would slot forwards, my groin going exactly where it needed, where you wanted it to go. Given my extra reach, I would once more dive beneath your briefs and pants, grasping full and pulling tight what in that moment was mine. How you would stiffen at the intensity of it, as simultaneously, my cock would press up against your face, it's thick length coming up alongside your nose, blocking one eye, as your panting lips would salivate. Still, we were unequal. And so, With oiled thumb and finger, I would grasp brief and pants, and in one lust-fuelled moment of strength, rip them down your remaining length. Done, I would lean back, and I would see your gorgeous eyes and lips smiling and beaming up at me, as I stayed there, revelling in your naked, glistening glory before me. And so, there we were. Naked, Beautiful, and unfinished.