I remember the day well. You were seated at the computer, typing away furiously, making little noises of frustration here and there as you corrected and converted my articles to HTML for the newsletter. I had sat and watched you in silence for quite sometime. I had been asleep, but something had called to me from the deep sea of Morpheus.
After awhile I arose and walked silently up behind you. You wore only your dark blue sweat pants and blue tee shirt. Ever so quietly I moved behind you, then slid my hands from your shoulders to meet in front of your strong neck. I leaned forward, kissing the side of cheek lightly. You ran your hand over my forearms where they crossed over your chest. But I see your attention is still focused on the computer screen. I slowly let my warm, wet tongue lightly tickle your right ear lobe, once, twice. I can feel you tense a bit in response. Then I enclose your ear lobe with my lips, letting my white teeth nip your lobe. I nibble a bit, then I lick, then I nibble some more, all the while I can feel your muscles tightening in response. I finally release the tender lobe and whisper in your ear, “Are you ready to take a break?”
You turn your head, your brown eyes meeting my green ones, then your mouth lightly touches mine. But just as quickly as our lips meet, our tongues surge forward to stroke and caress the others. You stand slowly, our lips never completely losing contact. My hands are already under your shirt, pushing it upwards until I find your aroused, tight nipples. I moan softly into your mouth as your nipples tighten even more as I pinch them lightly. I can feel your manhood straining against me, eager to find it’s hot, warm, silky smooth home. You stop and pull the shirt up and over your head. I don’t even see where it lands as your are already tugging my own shirt over my head. I see you smile though as you see I am not wearing a bra.
You ask silently about going back to bed, but I shake my head, turning the lights off, as I lead you over to the sofa. I put you in front of the couch, but stop from you pulling me down, by pushing your pants down over your hips. Then I gently urge you to be seated on the sofa. Your body sprawls backwards, and I feel you watching me as I take off the rest of my clothes. You reach for me, but I shake my head, saying, no, not just yet my love.
I seat myself at your feet, resting my warm palms on your spread thighs. My fingers scratch a bit against the hair I feel on your strong, muscular thighs. I feel you shiver in response. My hands glide ever so slowly forward, upwards, until I reach your smooth lower abdomen. Your cock juts upward towards me eagerly. I look up and meet your eyes as my hand softly encloses your masculine heat in my palm. I smile as you moan. Your brown eyes open suddenly as you feel my warm breath wash over your skin, just a moment before you feel my wet tongue gently stroke around you’re the tip of your hard cock. I can feel you tense, then ease with each long smooth stroke of my wet tongue. I wait until you relax fully again.
I whisper your name, and languidly your eyelids drift back up. It takes a moment for your eyes to refocus on my softly smiling face. You smile gently in question to my stopping and calling your name. I wait again for a moment to be sure I have your full attention, and then from behind my back, I pull a long, white silk scarf. I watch as your eyes widen in surprise, and then I whisper, “Are you ready for your Birthday present my love?”
I smile as I instruct you. “You must tie this over your eyes, then lace your finger behind your head. You must not move your hands, or remove the blindfold until I tell you too, or you just cannot stand it any longer.” I wait a bit nervously, unsure how you will respond. And then you reach out and take the scarf from my hands, tying it behind your head as instructed, and leaving your hands there also. I wait and let the silence swell around us. Our bodies a pale white color in the darkness of the room lit only by the flickering computer monitor.
I rest my hands on your thighs for a moment, and I feel you tense in response. I stand up slowly, leaning forward, letting you feel the heat from body slowly near your own. But I only lightly press my lips to yours and whisper, “I’ll be right back, there are a few additional presents that go along with this one.” I leave you sprawled on the sofa, naked, awaiting my return.
I can tell you are a bit tensed up when I return a few short minutes later. With yours covered like that, time seems to stretch interminably. I can tell by your slight jerking movement you know the exact moment that I near you. I lean over the sofa from behind, and press my lips gently to your left temple. “Sorry I was so long my sweet.” I move back around the sofa, seating myself on a low stool next to the sofa, between your spread thighs. I set my “supplies” down.
I wait for several long seconds, then placing my hands on the top of each of your thighs, right above your knees, I let my palms move slowly upwards in small circles. I reach the edge of your abdomen and allow my hands to move inward and then continuing upward, until I reach your tight, hard nipples. I flick the right one with my fingernail once, twice. Abruptly I lift my hands from the heat of your body. You seem to almost raise your body upward for a scant second, as if searching for the soft heat of my hands. I wait till you relax again.
I quietly slip an ice cube into my mouth, sucking it silently, letting it cool the heat. My right hand very lightly scratches over your lower abdomen, your hard shaft rising up proudly. I let my hand oh so slowly take your shaft in my palm, stroking and squeezing you. I bend forward and I know you feel the heat from my body as I near you, but nothing could have prepared you for the cold lick that touches the head of your shaft. I wait a moment as the last of the cube melts away, and then I enclose you in the cold hot suction of my mouth. Abruptly you jerk the scarf off your eyes, your hands coming to either side of my head, caressing my hair gently for a few seconds, then you pulled my head up. You look deeply into my eyes, as you growl, “No more games.” Your mouth covers mine as you pull me upward into your strong arms and lead me back to the large waiting bed.
