(Don’t) Open Your Eyes…

I’m breathing in these quick, short breaths now. My insides are twitching. My body is starting to shudder.

Your hand on me, slowly, quickly, firm, then very light, then firm again, is making me crazy. I keep seeing these flashes of white scream across my vision.

I start to alternate between gasping for air and holding my breath. Grasping at control, trying to push off the inevitable. I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of driving me there, I want to show that I control it.

You’re having none of that. You know my buttons. You know exactly what to do. You grab my firmly at the base and slowly, mind-numbingly slowly, your lips slide down me, pause, then retreat, back up my shaft. I feel every centimeter of your mouth on me. I feel the warmth, the constriction around me.

You start to speed up, ever so slowly., Hand leading your mouth….

My eyes roll back a bit, my head back. I close my eyes, giving in.

You see me do this, keep going with your hand for just a moment and whisper… “Don’t Open Your Eyes. If you do, I stop.”

It’s always something. Some twist.

I feel your mouth sink around me, slowly, agonizingly slowly, again.

I can feel my insides doing this flip-flop thing. I feel my cock pulse against your grip. I feel you moving ever so slightly, a little faster.

I feel myself losing it. Losing control. Racing forward.

“Can I cum??” I blurt out, hoping for an OK. “Yes, you may,” you tell me.

You’re in this rhythm now, up, down, squeezing, twisting….

I feel a surge of energy and sit up slightly to look at you, to watch you, to see your eyes.

….and I realize in a heartbeat what I’ve done.

Instantly you stop.

My insides flip and flop. The aggravation roars through me. I know you had precisely this in mind.

I know this, because you’re sitting there, licking your lips… and smiling.

“Or not… ” you say, grinning.