Verbal Foreplay

“That's more like it,” Steve muttered after a couple minutes of heavy petting. The guy wasn't a half bad kisser. Good enough to get my juices flowing.

Pulling back I looked him hard in the face – and grinned. “All you had to do is ask, baby.” I paused for effect. “Are you asking?”

“Fuck yes,” he growled back. Sliding one arm under my legs and other behind my back, Steve proceeded to lift me. Good thing the guy was a recreational weight lifter else he would dropped me half way to the bed instead of atop the bed.

Bouncing on my ass I came on my knees. Scrambling to the bed edge I met him for another prolonged lip lock session. This time I pulled back I yanked my tee shirt up over my head and tossed it away.

“Fuck yes,”he growled again. C cupped sized, my breasts were heavy enough to sag, but not so heavy as to drag. I was actually quite proud of them. From the look on Steve's face he was likewise impressed. Reaching up his right hand he gave the nearest breast an exploratory squeeze. The word Nice escaped his lips. I blocked his approaching lips with open fingers pressed to his mouth.

“I want to see it,” I grinned back at him.

“Pardon,” he answered, emptying his lungs.

“Your thing,” I smiled. “I want to see what I'm getting into.”

“You mean, what's gonna get you,” he grinned back.

“Exactly,” I chuckled. Steve's English was so precise the “gonna get” was a hoot. Gutter snipe was not his thing. Speaking of things I sat back on my heels and watched him unbuckle, unbutton and unzip before pushing his slacks down over his knees to the floor. The monogrammed boxers were quick to follow.

“Nice,” I muttered, repeating his phrase. It was only at half mast, but I knew how to remedy that.

Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock and leaned forward. As I expected the merest breath of my approaching lips made him jump. A swirl of the tongue followed by a quick suck brought him hard. Pulling back I chuckled once more. Guys are so easy.

Hand to his chest I held him back. “Not yet, sweetie. Off the shirt.”

Hurrying the buttons open he shrugged off the shirt and tossed it away. Like I said, guys are so easy.

I again pressed my hand to his chest. Standing atop the bed I inched down my jeans in an agonizingly slow fashion. Well agonizing for him. Me, I was having troubles keeping my laughter contained. I love fucking a man's head before I fuck his body. Steve, well he was hardly a challenge. The guy had been wanting me for some time now.

Falling back atop the bed, I spread my legs and smiled back at him. “I'm all yours, sweetie. Anything goes.” Even a control freak like me knows there are some things best left to the man.