SWEET CONTROL
©2001 by C.C. O'Calinan

I am remembering last night...

"Would you like your blowjob now or in the morning?" I ask, smiling. You smile back.

"Hmm," you say. I know you are tired and the choice is yours. "I think I would sleep better if I had one now," you reply and we laugh.

We talk of little things; simple things and I want to keep kissing you as you speak. I put my nose to your skin, the hair on your chest and belly smell like soap and you laugh. Your laughter is like rich music and it makes me want you more. My hand slides down your chest and belly. You are wearing blue underwear that I bought you and they compliment you wonderfully. You are already hard; it doesn't take much.

I kiss further and farther down as you speak and rub my shoulder. I lie along side of you and push my breasts on your soft skin.

Oh, how I love the feeling of that.

The soft, brown hair on your belly is an aphrodisiac to me and I crawl between your legs that I may get closer to feel it tickle my skin, my senses, and my heart. Kissing further and further down, you say less as you feel more and help me pull your underwear down.

I have to move around between your legs to do it and it's comical and nice that we can laugh and be so comfortable with each other because it makes lovemaking that much more sweet.

I know my breasts look good in this nightie and I know that you know it and I feel powerful with the knowledge of it. I like you in this state where I can take control. I

t's a deliciously sinful feeling.

You smell good all over. It is not just cologne and soap and deodorant. It is the scent of the earth and your masculinity and all that is you -- ingrained in my senses. It is the scent of love and our coming together that stays within you and touches upon me as well as inside me.

I rub the tip of my nose up and down the length of you and place kisses upon you. Your skin here is amazingly soft considering how hard you are.

I tell you that and you sigh.

I know you enjoy this, but do you know how wet it makes me to do this to you? Do you know how I tingle and feel the heat of myself between my legs from that simple sigh? It is a thousand words no language can tell yet so eloquently shows. I am quite certain you know what I mean; we connect in that way -- you and I.

Writing this now, I can feel it still and yes; it affects me at this moment. I wish you were here to feel what you are doing to me now. As the words flow to the keyboard, so does the memory of giving you pleasure with my mouth make me wet for you.

It's a shame I can't type with one hand.

I love when you put your hands on my face as I take you into my mouth. They are so strong, yet so gentle as they feel my lips sliding up and down the length of you; taking you in and out and down my throat until my nose takes in the masculine scent of the soft hair that surrounds the part of you that pleasures me so sweetly.

You must be watching because you notice one of my breasts has fell from my nightgown and you reach for it.

I love when you watch and I can show off.

(You may think that I am being submissive... maybe I just want you to think that.)

Your other hand reaches for the other breast and gently frees it from the silken cloth that holds it.

I can feel them rub together and I know what you want, but not yet.

I move farther down and take one into my mouth, then move to the other and your body tightens. Back up to take your cock in my mouth and now that it is slick I run my breasts over it.

You pull the straps from my shoulders and squeeze my cleavage around your hardness. Stroking up and down, you move your hips; it's hard for you to control yourself and I love this.

I know you want to continue this way, but I have this power over you and am content in my games with you.

I take you back in my mouth and wet you some more. I can go back and forth all night. I know what to do to slow you down.

I know you that well -- your breathing and movements -- by your moans and sighs.

When I have had enough of torturing you, we can continue your way.

I want to give you what you're waiting for.

You hold my breasts together tightly and it almost hurts but the pain is more pleasure to me. I am growing wetter and would do anything to sit upon but tonight is for you.

You squeeze my breasts together even harder and stroke longer and faster.

I kiss your belly and reach my hands up to touch your face and chest as your body tightens and you make that noise that drives me crazy when you cum.

I wait for the wetness between my breasts and on my face, but you have me held too tightly to you and your essence is pooled at the bottom of your belly. I move my mouth down to taste the sweetness of you and then rub my breasts around to feel you on me -- you know how I love that.

You smile and I crawl up to kiss you. You don't mind kissing me with the taste of you on my lips.

What a treasure you are.

(the end)

C.C. O'Calinan is an award winning author and is most recognized for her online serial novel "Addicted To Sex" which is an erotic thriller. It can be found for free at http://www.chriswriter.com/cc/ C.C. can be reached at cc@chriswriter.com and would LOVE to hear your comments!