As the aircon makes the room colder, I try to hurry my best to keep him relaxed as I finish his back. I work my way to his legs. Centimeters from his feet. Which I normally don't dare to touch. I turn him around, and begin to sit on top of him. I could tell he was hard, which felt so good on me. I was dripping. I couldn't help it. I needed him now. While massaging one of his beautiful arms, I don't bother moving to grind against his dick. I didn't want him knowing that I wanted him, but the only clothing that was separating us, had been our boxers. He is so hot. Running my hands on his chest and pressing down to ease the tension in his muscles, I go over his tattoos. I use more force to press down on his pecks so I can hear him moan in relief. As I apply the pressure, I hadn't noticed that I slightly moved downward on his shaft, and he moaned. I wanted him bad. I did it one last time, and I felt what I wanted, jump. I quickly moved to his legs and politely asked him to remove his baby blue boxers. I kept mine on, as a little test to see how long I can last.
I moved down to his legs and began to massage. He had already became soft, for he was getting tired and relaxed enough to drift off to sleep. As I ran my soft hands on his legs, he repeatedly jumps. I look him up and down and stop as I see him getting excited. I have seen him plenty of times, but every time, I can't resist the thought of mounting him until one of us decides to cum. I stare, but I continue to rub and massage. He continues to moan. The aircon makes it a little difficult to hear, but his voice is so deep that it is audible. His voice is as deep as I want him inside of me. Very deep. Silky voice. Sexy. Like him.
As I reach the beginning of his feet, I stop. I see him jump and I lose all control. I know be can't be asleep.
"Are you asleep?"
"Mm, no. What's wrong?"
"Um. Why are you excited?"
I know he has been watching me stare at his erection, by the TV reflecting off of the slits of his glossy eyes. So he knew I wanted him.
