Slowing down, I keep my hands working, eking out every last drop of cum I can get from you. It’s a unique pleasure to watch you squirm, torn between bliss and over-stimulation as I massage my thumbs across your tender cock. When there’s nothing left to extract I slowly, gently, take your cock in my mouth again and clean it with my tongue. Whatever remnants of your cum are left, I lick clean, enjoying the way it makes you shiver yet again.
After you’ve had a moment or two to compose yourself, and while we’re both still sticky with your cum, you pull me back to my feet, then gently push me backwards until I’m lying on the bed. Leaning down you kiss me full on the lips, your tongue exploring my mouth as we share the remnants of your load. Pulling back, you run a finger across my chest, through the rivulets of cum, and feed me a finger-full of still-warm seed.
Then it’s your turn, and you show me how it’s really done. I dissolve into my own bliss, and lose track of everything — time, troubles, everything except the sensation of utter heaven.
Later that evening, we part with a long, lingering kiss. You head home, and I lie back on the hotel room bed and relive the events of the evening. Next time, I think…if there is a next time, and I very much hope there will be, I’ll ask you to cum on my face.