Jeans Down, Hard On Demand

The scent of his cologne, a musky blend of sandalwood and leather, filled my senses as I knelt before him. He stood, muscles taut beneath his fitted jeans, a silent invitation in his gaze. My fingers traced the outline of his cock through the denim, feeling the powerful, insistent heat radiating from within. It was a primal pull, a desperate yearning that demanded release. The buttons of his jeans felt like tiny barricades against the storm brewing within him. I gripped the top, pulling them taut, stretching them to their limit, a visible sign of my anticipation. My hands, now caressing his thighs, moved with a deliberate slowness, a prelude to the storm to come. The top button popped, a small victory, and with a practiced ease, I took hold of the waistband, pulling it upwards with my teeth. The denim parted, revealing the magnificent, throbbing head of his cock. It was a breathtaking sight, a crimson beacon in the dim light.

I carefully continued peeling back the denim, button by button, my hands still lingering on his thighs, a constant reminder of my possessiveness. Each exposed inch intensified the anticipation, building the heat until it felt unbearable. The full view of his cock, hard and gleaming, was a stark contrast to the rough denim that had held it captive. It felt like an eternity before I released my grip, pulling the remaining denim down just enough to expose the entirety of his member. It hung there, vulnerable and exquisite, a testament to his virility.

Leaning in close, I pressed my lips to the head, a gentle, tentative exploration before unleashing my full desire. The heat surged through me as his body tensed beneath my touch. My hands began their work, pulling the jeans and briefs down in a slow, deliberate motion, each movement a deliberate tease. The restriction was gone, the world of denim released, and there he was, completely exposed, vulnerable and utterly captivating.

I took the head into my mouth, holding it gently but firmly, feeling the pulse of his arousal against my lips. My tongue, slow and deliberate, began its swirling dance, tracing the contours of his shaft. It was a sensual exploration, a slow, deliberate caress that built anticipation with every rotation. My left hand rose, gently cupping his balls, holding them firm against the base of his thick shaft, a grounding force in the mounting excitement. The warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating.

My other hand moved up his thigh, just next to his cock, still maintaining the head in my mouth, my fingers circling the base with thumb and forefinger, a feather-light touch that controlled its direction. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance of control and abandon. As my tongue swirled around the head, releasing it from my mouth, I dipped my head to slide his warm, hot shaft deep into my mouth. The initial sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

As my mouth retreated, my fingers continued their slow, deliberate strokes, not quite tight enough to stretch the taut, rock-hard skin, but firm enough to provide a constant, stimulating pressure. I could feel the heat building deep within him, a powerful wave of arousal that threatened to break free. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I continued my slow, rhythmic strokes, alternating between gentle caresses and more insistent squeezes, until he began to quiver uncontrollably.

Then, I took my tongue fully into his mouth, my lips sliding down to the base, a deliberate descent into pleasure. Once, letting my tongue drift out to slide over his balls, then sliding back up, just to take it in my mouth again, not so deep, about half way down his shaft. I repeated this act several times, sucking with my lips each time as my mouth retreated, pausing every five or six times to stroke it with my hand a couple of times, before taking it in my mouth once more.

The pressure intensified, a palpable force radiating from his cock. I could feel his scrotum tense, his legs tremble ever so slightly. The heat was building, reaching a fever pitch. As I increased the suction, my tongue flickered and swirled quicker and harder, his arousal reaching its peak. I could feel his milk beginning to come, a salty, potent secretion that fueled the fire within him. The sensation was exquisite, a primal release that left me breathless.

A gasp escaped his lips, signaling the inevitable. Just as his release rages through his cock, I let go with my mouth, stroking it with a full hand now. His white-hot load shot out first, a torrent of pleasure that burned against my lips. I dipped my head as his cock pulsed with each shot, running my tongue over the head of his cock, his hot cum dripping from my chin. I tasted its thick saltiness on my tongue, savoring every drop.

As his orgasm subsided, I held it in my hand, feeling its density lessen and cool from its red-hot former. I nuzzled against it, kissing it as I would a lover, tender and soft, lovingly, feeling his body tremble against my cheek. My hands caressed over his ass as he released the soft sigh of contentment. The eye contact was intense, a silent exchange of adoration and gratitude. His half-slitted eyes met mine in a silent thank you, a shared moment of exquisite pleasure.

*Blush*, well, that’s how I like to do it best. There’s something about oral sex that just can’t be described well, but I love the "giving" of it, knowing that I have satisfied him beyond all words. *Blush*.

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