Maybe it is the fact that he doesn’t ask, I just did what I wanted to do. It didn’t feel like a chore this time, something I was obligated to do. I shouldn’t have to feel obligated to do anything during sex.

Just relax and enjoy.

Laying on my back, my head was propped up by a pillow. I could comfortably look down and see only his chin and mouth moving, feel his tongue working my clit. His knees were up near my shoulders and so everything was backwards as his usual place is between my knees.

But I liked it better this way. I could look at his fantastically tight body without having to worry about him seeing me do it.

His cock was hanging down and I started slowly stroking it with my hand. He laid on his side, knees bent and closed, pulling the bottom half of my body onto it’s side. I watched myself give him a hand job, increasing my speed and grip a bit. A little bit of wetness (I love this little bit of wetness) dripped out of the end of his dick, onto my hand, making it slide easier.

I was getting…hungry.

I turned onto my side and brought my head closer to his cock. I pushed his knees back, legs straight and out of my way. As soon as I put the head of his cock in my mouth, his knees spread to give me better access.

I drove it as far back into my throat as I could stand it, choking myself a little in the process.

My eyes were closed, I could feel the hair on his thighs rubbing against my cheeks. He opened his legs more, giving me more room to work. Picking my head up off of his legs let me move more freely. I can take more of him in my mouth.

He likes it fast. I don’t. I try to give him what he wants.

I open my eyes and am amazed at the amount of hair, short and very tightly curled, between his balls and asshole.

I wish I could see that hair right now, with his cock in my mouth…

Seeing him from this angle is…strange. It feels vulnerable but I don’t know how he feels.

He seems to like it. 🙂