I want to fill my mouth with your name-Pablo Neruda
He looks into her eyes. They are the color of blue Sapphires. No words are exchanged, for they know each other. From a long forgotten life. They loved each other once. It ended, but neither one of them remembers why.What is it about this chance meeting? Why now?
In an elegantly lit room, she kneels before him and unzips his jeans. She feels him harden as her hand grazes the material of his underwear. She smiles to herself, because she remembers him. The texture, the taste, and the scent. She knows he’s looking down at her. She gazes up at him with her sapphire eyes. They twinkle in the candlelight as she releases him from the prison of his under garments. She takes him into her mouth. Feels his rigidity with her tongue and then wraps her right hand around his shaft. He inhales sharply, his muscles tighten and he mutters dirty words under his breath. She smiles again, for she knows that she has pleased him. And herself. For her this is not about power, but pleasure. His and her’s.
She lets her tongue dance around the tip. Her hand moving in rhythm with her mouth. He puts his right hand on her shoulder, his other under her chin. He lifts her face so he can stare into her eyes while she is giving him head. She releases her hand and takes him into her mouth as far as she can. He puts both of his hands in her hair and pulls it. He becomes harder yet and tries to fuck her mouth. She lets him. She caresses his balls and then squeezes them gently. He keeps uttering dirty words. Telling her what to do. Like she’s forgotten. She knows. Everything.
He pulls out of her mouth and she licks the head. Tastes his cum and sighs. She runs her tongue down the underside all the way to his balls. As she does it, she strokes the head. More cum leaks from it. Making it nice and slippery. She wants to cum but knows that for now she only wants to please him. She wants him to remember, her. What she can do for him.
He tells her to suck his cock. No, he demands it. She complies and works the magic that only she can. Her hand is again moving in time with her crimson lips. He says, “Look at me.” She does. His face is at peace and war all at once. His eyes are stormy and she knows he is close. He says, “Make me cum.” And she does.
He explodes in her mouth, on her lips and chin. She swallows his essence. He dips two fingers in the cum on her chin and tells her to open her mouth. She greedily sucks them. She looks up at him and says, “You smell and taste of the sea and I want more.” He replies, “Later Love, for now it’s your turn.”