Just Like a Prayer...

I grab his hair to keep from falling over as his tongue hits the right spot, the right movement.

He's diligent, this boy with the indigo eyes.

Looking up at me in the blue light of the bedroom, his eyes are dark but sparkle with the knowledge of a job well done.  A slow kind of smirk crosses his face.

I warn him to watch the arrogance, as I have a chunk of his hair still in my hand.

Snapping his head back I look down at him and smile.

"Are you going to untie my hands now?" His voice cracks as he asks the question.

"Yes and no" I reply as I come around and untie them from behind him and as he stands, tie them in front of him.

Immediately they go to his crotch, massaging his hard cock through his jeans.

My attention momentarily goes to watching him fumble with his jeans, amused by his nimble fingers as they reach his zipper and he slides it down.  

His questioning glance entertains me even more.

"Go ahead" I coax him and his cock jumps forth from its confines, engulfing it clumsily between his palms.

I'd really love to watch him work at masturbating for me, but I have other ideas so I slip his jeans off him and push him down on the bed on his back.

He continues to slide his palms up and down his long shaft, watching me intently as I watch him, enraptured.

I'm kneeling over him, watching, as the first beads of precum form on his head and run down onto his hand.  He knows I want it, knows I love that part and looks at me, searching for the answer,  but I just smile and go back to quietly watching.

I feel my pussy dripping as the head of his cock forms a beautiful glaze.  Gripping his shaft hard, he brings a stream forward and I audibly moan. 

So fine.

I lean over and lick it off the head and then off his fingers, sucking them into my mouth, one by one, slowly. It's so much fun to watch his cock bob with a mind of it's own, trying to get into my mouth instead of his fingers. He MAY be pushing it a little, but pretty much it moves of its own accord.

Then I slide up and kiss his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, and on his face.  As I grab his hair again, I lick the side of his mouth, through his rough 3 day beard and he moans.

Sitting back up onto his thighs, I move his hands out of the way.  

Slowly, I slide his cock down between my slick lips before he thrusts his hips up and it disappears, deep inside me. 

Grabbing the base of his shaft, I fuck just the first couple of inches of his cock before it hits my fist.  He instantly loses control of the game.

I can see the frustration in his eyes before he closes them.

His hands are held against his chest, as if in silent prayer.

They just might be.

But I doubt it will help...