More importantly, I want you to feel it. Eyes are wide open and bright. Your chest starting to show some normal breathing patterns. You completely remove my belt, coil it, and place it on my shirt. Slowly I start to run my fingers against your mound, relishing in the slick moistness I find there. A complete appeal was made, and in the proper order. “Yes, Sir. Running my eyes over it. This is my first time, after all. “Hold on to me.” Your arms go around my neck and shoulders as I lift you over to the bed. You free my shirt, undo the last two buttons, and then slide it from my shoulders, down my arms, and over my hands. Order should be, from top to bottom, shorts, socks, pants, shirt. And then the reaction I wanted. Every couple of bites, I hold myself there, enjoying the feel of you between my teeth, reveling in the warm flesh and the sweet taste.
