Black Southern Belle

I suck slowly, softly. Jacking you in rhythm to my licks. I will make you as hard as a rock.... but you'll not see release until I can feel it deep in me.

And... I want you in me.... deep. And thinking about it while I suck you has my panties drenched. The pleasure in your moans as you fight to keep control threatens to send me over the edge.

I want to know the fragrance you wear.

I want to know the places to touch.

I want to see your face when I touch your spots.

I want to be the reason you smile.

I want to be the source of your pleasure.

I want to be the keeper of your secrets.

I want to see you in public and smile and nod and get a tingle down my spine.

I want your happiness.

I want to be so heavy on your mind that you lose yourself in me.

I want to taste you.

I want your flavor on my lips.

I want the sweet sourness of you to linger on my tongue.

I want to hear you say my name.

I want to feel your fingers in my hair as you beg me to stop but hold me down on your dick.

I want to choke from your explosion in my mouth.

I want to swallow all of it and continue to suck.......... no questions asked.

I want to hear you tell me to take off my panties.

I want to slowly undress for you... stepping out one leg at a time.

I want to lay on the bed and feel your kisses down my neck to my chest.

I want to feel the tickle of your beard brush against my nipples.

I want to rub your head softly as you suck.

I want to guide your hand to the space between my legs and let you feel just how wett I am.

I want to hear you gasp and ask me if that's from sucking you. And then laugh as I say yes.

I want to grind against your hand while I find your dick. Slowly stroking it. Making it harder.

I want to ALMOST cumm.

I want to need that dick in me.... Just as I do now.

I want to feel the tension and passion of the culmination of hours spent wanting a man so desperately and FINALLY getting to be with him.

I

WANT

The only word that comes to mind is anticipation.

Your skin FINALLY touching mine. The sound of my breath hitching as your fingers brush my arm. The way you softly caress my back as we hug.

Anticipation.

Your fragrance FINALLY hitting my nose. I've dreamed of how you'd smell. I've walked by fragrance counters plenty of times spritzing the newest and most popular. But the fragrance you exude is something altogether different. It's intoxicating.

Anticipation.

Your lips FINALLY meeting mine. Every kiss better than the last. Longer. Deeper. Wetter. The time apart has lead us to this moment and nothing stands in our way anymore.

Anticipation.

As we stand there touching, kissing, basking in this moment finally being fulfilled, anticipation quickly turns to gratification.

Gratification.

We've spoken of the things we wanted and hoped would happen at this very moment. But none of them come to mind. The only thought that swims through my head is claiming my long-awaited prize. I've seen it numerous times, in this picture, that video. But I want, no NEED to see it, hold it.... TASTE it.

Gratification.

Still standing in the doorway, your kisses hot on my neck, I start to unzip your pants. I whisper, "10 minutes" in your ear and your legs buckle with the thought of my mouth giving you the pleasure I promised to administer within the first ten minutes of seeing you.

Gratification.

We stumble to the couch with your pants at your feet and your dick bracing against your boxers. I push you to the couch. "How do you want it baby?" Without waiting for your answer I tie up my hair and pull your boxers down also. The weight of your dick in my hand nearly takes my breath away. You're big. Never had any doubt of that but something below my waist tingles and reminds me that I may be in for much more than I bargained for. I push the thought of the need for pussy reconstruction out of my head and begin my task.

Gratification.

Slow soft strokes with my hand up and down your already hard dick give me the moan I'm searching for. There's a method to my madness. "Tease then please" is the name of the game. Anticipation to Gratification. I start with a slight tickle of my tongue at the tip of your dick. I get a faint taste of precum and I'm wett instantly. I see now how all this anticipation may be the death of me. I want to swallow you whole in one motion but I decide against it. I take you inch by inch holding your eye contact as I make you disappear in my mouth and down my throat. I clench my jaw muscles and receive moan number 2 accompanied by a shift in your body and a hand on my shoulder. I have only just begun to amaze you and that thought almost sends me to orgasm.

Gratification.

The first 5 minutes are the easiest. But as if on cue minute 6 brings the music to my ears I've been waiting for. You're squirming and cussing under your breath. I've changed my pace. Sucking. Licking. Stoking. Never repeating the same thing for more than 30 seconds. Slapping my face with your heavy, hard dick intensifies your grip on my shoulder and the delicious pain sends a wave to my pussy. I clench tight. "Bitch you better not cumm yet!" I say to myself and decide that it's now or never. With my cards well played, the next move I make will have one of two outcomes. Either you'll push me off you and drag me to the bed. Or you'll clench me even tighter, hold my head in place and give me the ultimate prize. I honestly win either way but I'm anxious to see what my reward for my labor will be.

Gratification.

I invite my other hand to the party and start to massage your shaved balls. I'm surprised that you remember I like them hairless. My jaws are in full suck mode now. Willing you to concede and deliver my prize. You tense up once more and I'm sure I've gained my victory!! But which one????

GRATIFICATION!!