A Slut In The Mind

into it

His eyes are on me. I raise mine; he doesn't look away. I place my hands on his chest, he breathes heavily. I take it as a sign that I should continue. It's rising, I smile, unzipping his trousers. I swallow hard, I'm feeling impatient. My tongue is on the tip, mmh heavenly, he holds my hair as I let it all in my mouth. I take it too deep, to the throat, he groans. I smile as I feel him get bigger and harder. I take it out, raise my eyes again, his chest rising and falling.

 He is helpless, I love it when he doesn't hide his desires, when he is out of control. He tries to stand, "sorry baby I ain't done." I take him in my mouth again this time inch by inch, as my hands caress his balls softly and then fast enough to drive him nuts '..' I let it farther into my throat, am killing him, I can feel it. His breathing is intense. His grip on my hair tightens, he is about to cum. "am about to....," it's chocking me, I am losing my breath but I want him to finish in my mouth. I'm certain he won't but then he has to, he groans, trying to speak but I do not stop.

 "Jenna, back to earth." Shit its cold in the room but am burning up. He is maintaining his demeanor like his mind is not in the same place as mine. I hate how he keeps his cool. If only he could just loose himself once.

 "I was thinking." I smile. "Stop looking at me like that."

 "Like how?" he chuckles. 'If only he'd just stay out of his head' 

"I don't know, forget it." I'm dripping, it's making me uncomfortable. He keeps talking, I can't hear a thing. Whether it's a life and death thingy or not, I don't really know. I can feel that he knows am not listening but he keeps talking anyway.

 My eyes on his lips. Oh, I love how they move when he speaks, and when he's in awe. I reach for his neck this time he stops talking. He pulls the chair am on, holds my waist, "I'm trying so hard to resist you, don't make it any harder." He lets go, but I do not pull away, I want him and he knows it, why is he trying so hard to be a saint? Hell, I know he is not. But wait maybe he is, I kiss him, he kisses me back then pulls away for a second.

 "Jenna are you even listening to me?" I nod. I'm mad or is it sad that I am? 'Shit it's all in my head again' I feel like crying but I keep smiling.

 "You said, she's in the hospital, of course am listening." How I heard that am not even sure. I chuckle, I must be a genius.

 Do not get me wrong, but am complaining about someone I don't even own, oh wait you can't own someone. But this is different, it's when you start something for experience but then it takes a larger part of your brain than you expected. He is not my man, but I am his girl, or if I'm not I don't know.

 "Let me take you home." Yes, it's late, I don't want to leave but I have no choice, either way, if only he could ask me to stay, I'd jump with a yes. I keep this to myself, am not desperate, I just want him too much. The night's chilly, my arm is surrounding his'. He's warm, I hate how comfortable I am right now, but I don't let go. It feels too good, his body, he's strong. This time I can touch his chest however much I want, maybe he feels safer here. It's like he's scared of himself.