...But all your sperm are belong to me!

He's such a good-looking young man. I felt almost carnivorous around him - bitey and pretty and like I wanted to take all parts of him between my teeth. A little hurty and a little holdy; I couldn't figure out what I want to do with him at any given moment, so I was forever curling and clutching and rubbing myself up against him and biting and kissing and squeezing and stroking and grabbing. Mostly grabbing.

Here's the story: he and I have never yet had sex - but before this current event, we got all smoochy once when he and a friend stayed over after drinks and dinner. His friend snored like a walrus while we got relatively dirty, ever so quietly.

But soon after that, in a spate of flirtatious but restrained (I thought) text messages, he sent me a photo of his very erect penis. What?! Why? I can't answer that despite asking it. It was a nice picture and a nice penis - every bit as hard and shapely as it felt through his pants that time - but the whole thing was ever so slightly uncalled-for, considering how little we knew one another. I stopped replying to his texts for a while, unsure of how to proceed in the situation.

Then when it eventually rekindled, we made plans to hang out again, three times. And three times he let me down. That is SUCH a fucking no-no, so I told him I wasn't interested in seeing him again, since he was obviously not too concerned about sticking to our arrangements. He apologised, but I didn't say anything further. And he didn't get in touch again until this week, Monday night, when out of the blue he sounded very keen to hang out.

I wasn't really encouraging, and scolded him, sort of; I made it clear that he was welcome to come over, but any sexy time was not on the cards. I wasn't going to have sex with him under any circumstances, I said, nor anything similar.

Instead I sucked his silky straining cock until he came buckets down my throat.

Boy, I sure showed him.

This is how it started. And here's how it finished.

Let me say this: I ADORE it when guys love being touched by me. When I bite gently up the side of their tummy and they shiver and moan and touch my shoulder blades with trembling hands and can't stop moving their feet or twitching their cock. It delights me when the graze of my lips and teeth over a small male nipple makes them shudder and grab at me. I love it when the soft weight of my breasts drifting over their chest makes them go slightly mad, wanting to hold them so badly but not wanting to stop me doing it - their hands hover, stroke, clutch the sheets, and then scrape down my sides in anguish.

Now, he is and does ALL of those things. All of them. And SUCH a toucher, too. An absolute delight to have languid winter night sex with, thick duvets draping over us, lying fully and heavily on and around one another, pulling at frozen nipples, goosepimpled skin tingling and contracting with the warmth of husky hands running over it. Arms drawing each other in to lie flat, chest-to-chest, thighs and calves tangling in the layers of bedding.

He is really into using his fingers. Fingering. Pushing his fingers between my legs, tapping them lightly over my swollen vulva, dipping them into my dripping cunt. Furiously finger-fucking me as we both groan in vicious pleasure. And as he went at my hot, hazy nether regions, I went at his. I curled my head towards his thighs and swept my hands over his tightening balls and tense thighs before pulling his big stiffy to me. Hehe. Big stiffies. Fuck yeah.

His cock throbbed in my mouth; several times he whimpered and gasped and pulled out and shook his head in the agony of wanting so badly to come but not wanting to come quite yet. And when it was finally time, he asked my permission like a gentleman before it pulsed and poured into me until my mouth was literally full. J-guys have lovely come with no flavour and no scent - just hot and watery. I swallowed it and laughed and gasped for air, and he pushed my hair away from my face and collapsed on the futon and laughed and said, "That was quite a lot, eh?"
I agreed that it was. "Been a while?"
"WAY too long, Manda."

And the way he said that made me think that he meant he's been waiting an unbearably long time to do that with ME.

Which did NOTHING for my restraint. I can't wait!