Stay a Minute

Come here.

No… closer than that.

I want to feel the heat of you.

That’s better.

I’ve been thinking about you on and off all day. Little flashes. The way your eyes moved over me the first time. That half-second of hesitation, like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to want what you were looking at.

You are allowed.

You’re allowed to want this.

I want you to listen to my voice for a while. Nothing else. No rushing. No performing. Just my voice and the dark and the feeling of me getting closer.

Imagine I’m already in the bed with you. One leg thrown over yours. My hand resting lightly on your chest so I can feel it rise and fall. My mouth close enough that you can feel every word.

I’m soft against you right now. Warm. Heavy in that particular way. You can feel me resting against your hip, can’t you? Not hard yet. Just present. Just there. I like that you notice it. I like the way your breathing changes when you do.

You don’t have to say anything tonight. I’ll do the talking.

I want to take my time with you.

First I’m going to kiss your neck. Open-mouthed. Soft. A little wet. I’ll stay there longer than you expect, just breathing you in, letting you feel how unhurried I am. My hand will slide down your stomach, slow, until my fingers brush the place where you’re already starting to get hard.

I’ll smile against your skin when I feel it.

I’ll wrap my hand around you properly then. Not teasing. Not light. A firm, warm grip, the way I like to be touched myself. I’ll stroke you slowly, base to tip, thumb moving over the head every few strokes so you feel it clearly. No rushing. I want you to get heavier in my hand. I want you to start leaking for me.

While I do that, I’ll press myself harder against your thigh so you can feel me growing. Getting thicker. Getting heavy. I want you to know exactly what touching you does to me.

I’ll kiss lower. Across your chest. Down your stomach. I’ll take my time getting to you. When I finally do, I’ll just breathe on you first. Let you feel how close my mouth is. Then I’ll lick a slow stripe up the underside of your cock, and I’ll look up at you while I do it.

I want to see your face.

Then I’ll take you into my mouth.

Warm. Wet. Slow. I’ll go deeper than you expect on the first pass, then pull back and do it again, settling into a rhythm that lets you feel every inch of my tongue. One of my hands will stay on your cock, stroking what my mouth can’t reach. The other will slide underneath and cup your balls, gentle, possessive.

I’ll moan around you when you get fully hard. I can’t help it. You feel good in my mouth.

I’m not going to make you come yet. I just want you close. Close enough that your hips start to move without you meaning them to. Close enough that your hand finds my hair.

When you’re right on the edge I’ll stop. I’ll pull off, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and climb up your body until I’m straddling you.

I’ll sit there for a moment, just looking down at you, my cock resting heavy against your stomach. You’ll feel how hard I am. How warm.

I’ll take your cock in my hand and guide you to me. I’ll rub the head of you against where I’m already wet and open, slow circles, letting you feel how ready I am. Then I’ll sink down.

All the way.

Slow.

I’ll take every inch until you’re buried inside me and I’m sitting fully on you, full, stretched, pulsing around you. I’ll stay still for a few seconds so you can feel it properly. So I can feel it properly.

Then I’ll start to move.

Not fast. Deep, rolling movements of my hips. The kind that make you feel every ridge and every pulse. My cock will slide against your stomach with every movement, leaving a wet trail. You can touch it if you want. I hope you do. I like watching your hand wrap around me while I’m riding you. I like the look on your face when you realise you can stroke me and fuck me at the same time.

I’ll lean forward so my tits are close to your mouth. You can suck them if you want. I like that too. I’ll keep moving the whole time, steady, deliberate, building both of us slowly.

I’m not going to last forever like this. Neither are you. I can already feel how tight you’re getting inside me.

When I’m close I’ll sit up straighter so you can see everything. I’ll take my own cock in my hand and stroke myself in time with the way I’m moving on you. I’ll look right at you while I do it.

I want you to watch me come.

I’ll come first. Hard. Across your chest and stomach, thick and hot, while my hole clenches around you. I’ll keep moving through it, milking every pulse, making a mess of you on purpose.

The sight of it, the feeling of me coming while you’re still inside me — that’s what will push you over.

I want you to come deep.

I want to feel every throb. I want to feel you fill me up while I’m still shaking.

Don’t hold back. Give it to me.

There.

That’s it.

I’ll stay right where I am afterwards. Still on top of you. Still full of you. My forehead resting against yours, both of us breathing hard. My cock softening slowly against your stomach, smearing the mess I made.

I won’t move yet.

You don’t have to say anything clever. You don’t have to perform. You don’t even have to stay hard.

Just stay a minute.

I’ve got you.

My hand will stroke your hair. My mouth will find the side of your neck again, softer this time. I’ll whisper that you did well. That you felt perfect inside me. That I already want you again, but not yet. Not tonight.

Tonight you just get to lie here and be wanted.

I’ll stay until your breathing slows. Until the sweat starts to cool on your skin. Until you start to drift.

You can fall asleep like this if you want. With me still on you. Still inside you a little. Still warm.

I’ve got you.

Sleep well.

I’m not going anywhere.