I want to make love to you. Not with my hands, or my penis. I want to use only mouth and my eyes. Whether we go quickly or slowly is up to you. I merely want to be the conduit to which you achieve your orgasm.
Words are forbidden in this endeavor. Neither of us shall speak. The only communication will be through our bodies, non-verbal. Don’t tell me what to do or how it feels. Let our instincts guide us. You may moan, scream, breath, groan, shriek and gasp. But use no words.
I want intimacy. My eyes will watch the undulations of your body. The heaving of your breasts as you breath. The passion in your eyes as you acknowledge my movements. I want to hold hands with you. Both hands. Locked in place so that neither of us cheats.
My job will to be to use my mouth. Your job will be to guide me with your legs and hips. Grind on me. Press yourself on my face, or pull off for relief. Pull me in with your legs or kick me away with your feet.
But know this. You are my favorite meal. And I am hungry. It will take everything you have to stop me. I want to devour you. It’s like a game to me. A game I always want to win. And victory is making you cum. And cum. And cum.. to the point where you have to tell me to stop. When the sensitivity is too much. When you break the rule of silence.
I have a immense need to win. Do you think you can beat me at my little game? Or will you let me win, every time?