That first touch.

I tremble slightly as I wait.

I'm on my knees in a dimly lit hotel room.

The bed is behind me, I've left my clothes folded neatly on top of the covers.

The only thing I'm wearing is a leather collar around my neck.

My hands rest on my thighs, palms down.

I wait for you, like a perfect little slut.

I hear footsteps come to a stop in the hallway.

My heart thumps in my chest.

You open the door and step into the room.

We don't speak. We don't touch.

Not now. Not yet.

This is what we both wanted.

You put your bag down and empty your pockets onto the small table.

You turn and look down at me.

Our eyes meet and burn with lust that has been building for god knows how long.

Taking a step towards me your hands begin to unbutton your shirt.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips.

Eager for what is to come.

Your shirt joins my clothes on the bed.

And you move down to your belt.

Your agile hands make short work of it and your pants are now undone.

I can see that you are hard.

I bite my lip.

I want that first touch.

Standing naked before me.

Stepping in front of my eager, wet mouth.

My lips part and my tongue lays flat.

Ready to receive you.

The tip of your cock dripping in anticipation.

My eyes close as I savour that first taste, our first touch.

My tongue teases your cock, lapping, licking.

My soft lips close tight around you.

As you thrust, slowly at first.

Into my willing, wet mouth.

I moan softly against your hard shaft

And your push deeper, and deeper into my throat.

Sliding slowly all the way out.

Watching my tongue swirl around.

Then pushing all the way back in.

Feeling my throat constrict around your cock.

As I swallow you down.

Your movements become harder and faster.

I look up at you with watery eyes.

As you fill my throat nice and deep.

My saliva coating your cock as you fuck my mouth.

It drips from my chin onto my bare thighs.

I want nothing more than to feel your hot load.

Feed me, feed me your cum.

Your first load in my mouth.

I wouldn't dare waste a single drop.

That hot, creamy cum.

It's all I want.

I suck and lick and moan.

The vibrations travelling your length, tingling.

You can feel the first spasms welling up below your knees.

Racing up your legs.

You grab my hair.

Hold me still.

As you fuck your cum into my warm, wet mouth.

And I swallow every last bit.

Our first touch was everything and more.

It was raw, there were no pleasantries.

No words, just actions.

Letting our lust speak for ourselves.

Letting our actions guide us.