He loves to tease me
He knows how much I want it
How much I want him
The outline of his cock pressing against his jeans
He strokes it, inches from my face
Watching me he releases the first of his button fly
I fidget, impatient
He stops, giving me that look
I drop my eyes back to his fly
He takes his time
Another button undone
My thighs clench together
Another button released
Just one left
I can almost taste him already
His fingers toy with the last button
“You want it?”
I meet his eyes
Nodding, pleading
He twists the button
Loosens his jeans from his hips
His cock springs free
“Ah!”
He stops me in my tracks
My tongue slips back behind my lips
He wraps a hand around his cock
The other grabs a handful of my hair
Holding my head still
He trails the tip across my lips
Making me whimper
His fingers loosen in my hair
“Take it”