(TYLER)
He releases my hair when he sees I understand the game, and I lower my head to his cock, biting blunt, lip-protected kisses up the underside of his shaft, until I get back to that delicious, heavy cockhead. It's so thick, flaring out, feels so perfect in my ass, in my mouth, that I've suggested before that we take a plaster cast and get a toy made from it.
He liked the idea, I could tell. Maybe for our next anniversary.
In the meantime, I curl my tongue around it, lift its weight into my mouth, and close my lips around the ridge. I let his flavour fill my mouth again, the scent of his desire wafting into my nose, and I take in a deep, satisfied breath of him.
His thighs tremble, and when I slide my hand over his chest to the other, lonely nipple, I feel his heart banging hard against the cage of his ribs, and I know why he's told me no hands.