In The Dark.

I lay there, just trembling in the dark. How could it feel like this? How could "He" make me feel like this? How could I feel like this? Under the covers, he had slowly kissed his way up my shaking thighs. His fingertips, just the tips, lightly ran up and down their length. Down the inside, so close to my balls. Tingles ran through me that seemed to settle in my brain, making it fizz and pop. Making my body quake in an overwhelming lust.

My hands gripped at the bed. They gathered handfuls of it, squeezing it, kneading it, looking for release. My body twisted, some sort of erotic dance between ecstasy and agony. What was he doing to me? His hot. wet mouth. His breathing near my cock. Mouthing all around it, but never touching it. How long could this last? How much more of this could I take?

Slowly, he moved up me. Planting soft kisses along the way, up my heaving body. I didn't move. I didn't protest. I felt just so powerless. He dragged his cock up my chest. I was breathless. Just such an overpowering presence!

On top of me. Was he pinning me? Controlling me? No, he hovered above me. His cock, achingly close. Did it have to be my choice? Did he want it to be my choice? Just kiss it, just see what it's like. My thoughts, maybe even his.

My hands trembled as I raised them up. Every nerve on end. Every sense heightened. Dare I? I felt his waist. I let them gently glide over his ass, without even thinking. My hands pulled him down. They brought his cock to my mouth. I finally just kissed it. How could I ever deny it, now? I didn't want to deny it. I loved it. But, felt I could never say it.

He moved forward, all resistance lost. I tongued his balls for him. I mouthed them. He pulled back. He knew that I was ready. He knew that I was finally ready. He hovered and I took his cock between my lips and into my mouth.

His soft breathing. His soft sighs. His head tilted back and he let out a soft yes. Somewhere, transported. Somewhere outside myself. I tasted his cum and everything else expired. Everything else, in that moment, was meaningless.

I couldn't deny why I was there, again. How did I let myself come back again? Though I'd never admit it. I craved it, but somehow, someway, still seemed to fight it. Sitting there nude, denying myself, denying him. Embarrassed by my pleasure and embarrassed by my lusts. Trying to cover myself, although I couldn't say why. He slowly moved to his knees, in front of me. No rush to his movements, just like before. His hands on my calves, rubbing them, caressing them. I dared not look at him. My legs, his hands gently opening them, spreading them. Exposing myself to him.

I told myself not to look. I told myself not to see his lust. My legs spread wide open; I saw him see him. All of me. Not just physically, not just mentally, but all of me. I had never felt more raw. I had never felt more exposed. Physically, mentally, all of me.

He planted soft, erotic kisses on my cock. Looking up, into my eyes. I couldn't. It was too much. My cock throbbed as my legs trembled. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I felt his gaze as he licked the length of my cock. I had never felt like this. Could I? Could I give in to him?

He stood, and I sighed, as if every bone had left my body. Weak, powerless, singularly focused. Under my breath, a mumble, an utterance, an admission of my love for his cock. I melted; I couldn't pretend. Without thinking, I rubbed my face into him. Any willpower, any sense, any semblance of resistance had left.

I felt his hand under my chin. I felt him raise my face up at him. He bent down and kissed me. I had never felt anything so honest.

I sucked his amazing cock, letting myself admit to my lust. I sucked his cock, finally letting myself give in to the pleasures of it. I sighed; I moaned. I had never felt more complete.

I loved his cock. It was okay to finally admit it! It was okay to finally admit it and give myself to him.