I want to strip for you. To take it slow. I want to feel your eyes on me, as I peel myself open, one layer at a time.
Tell me to stop.
Tell me to wait.
Watch my fingers fumble and flex at belt and waistband, desperate to show you more.
Make me present myself to you, front and back.
Inside and out.
You want me to get hard? To spit on my hand and pump it up and down over the length of my cock?
What’s that? Yes, I can come closer. Maybe you want to check whether that’s pre-cum glistening on the tip. Maybe you want to taste it.
I’ll close my eyes and push my hips toward you, waiting to feel your tongue.
A twitch. A long, shuddering sigh, as you sit back and smile up at me.