...yet I'm hesitant to classify what I do with all 6-foot-2 of my ravenous and sinewy stance. "I'm not like the others," I tell you, standing above your seated curves and upward stare. "I don't want you to look at me...you understand?" My powerful, skillful hands dragging across your shoulders, bringing the scent of yourself into a bloom beneath my face. It. Is. The aperitif to your ambrosia. "I already know what you taste like." And you laugh, look down, and then up as my light touch beneath your chin rises just enough and you do what I told you not to and look at me. It's not shame I feel or being exposed. It's the breaking of concentration. Your concentration. On separating my difficult hardening dick from the cotton and leather that restricts it. You need to focus. As I focus on you. And when my visibly breathing cock comes within a pussy hair of your lips, your cheek, your wandering tongue, I'm torn between sweeping your hair back, with a tug and feeding my enviable stick into your mouth -- wondering how wet will it feel when you begin to take it in -- and dropping my hands from you altogether, putting them on my waist like a boss and allowing you to kneel at the altar of Our Sacred Prick of All Things Ecstatic and getting so hard as you begin to buck that valentine's ass up and down, side to side, your knees giving away as your feet wrap around my immovable calves. We are connecting. Sparks begin to rain down the back of my neck, my asshole tightens for a moment, and then gives up as you begin the duel motion of guiding my shaft into your exquisite mouth and simultaneously thrust your face toward it, your eyes not meeting mine, but staring straight ahead, bigger now, dilated with the thought that this essence of me, this extension, smooth and swollen at once, will be heaving into you in a matter of time. Will i go down you? And bring you to a place of silent screams, closed eyes and a push of my face away from your sweetness to drink in every second of your eruption? Or will I change gears and pull your hair back with my shaft seizing out in the space between us, like a mythical monster, blind since birth, seeking you out with each maddening jerk...and i stop thinking as you take your forefinger and touch the tip of my sleek wide prick and pull off the smallest drop of sticky cum and place it to your lips.  EXHALE    I've made up my mind. I'll devour your pussy later on. "Now, turn around, jack that ass up and though i'll be gentle at first, i'm going to pound that pussy into another lifetime...and don't you dare look at me as I take possession of your muff and strengthen my grip on your perfect ass...because now we are in a moment of nirvana...at least i am...and though I'm a giver as well as a taker in bed, this moment is all mine...And the more i feel that, the more you feel the fuck of a thousand fucks before you.  END OF CHAPT