Last night, I ended up at his place again. It wasn’t planned, but we’ve been hanging out more lately, and the tension between us is always there. This time, though, I decided I wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

We were sitting on his couch, just talking, but I couldn’t stop looking at him. At one point, I leaned over, my hand grazing his thigh, and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about tasting you.” His reaction was instant, his eyes darkened, and I could feel the heat between us building.

I didn’t waste any time. I slid off the couch onto my knees and tugged at his waistband. He let out a sharp breath as I freed him, his cock already hard. I took my time, teasing him with soft kisses along his length, watching him squirm under my touch.

When I finally took him in my mouth, I made sure to go slow, savoring every inch. My tongue swirled, my lips tightened, and I could feel him getting closer with every moan. But I wasn’t done teasing, I’d pull back just when he was about to finish, making him groan in frustration.

Finally, when I couldn’t hold back anymore, I took him deep, letting him fill my throat completely. The way he moaned as he came, his warmth spilling into me, was everything I’d imagined.

I swallowed every drop, smiling up at him, knowing we’d both remember this night for a long time.