Pupils dilate as your dark hair falls to your shoulders. Anticipation, excitement, passion and fear are all made known. I grasp your legs and pull you close to me as they in turn seek to clutch me. An intoxicating elixir catches my attention. Coffee, with real French vanilla, your favorite drink. Your desire can be tasted in the enclosed space, as we playfully compete for dominance. A devilishly delightful smile crosses your face, as you skillfully remove my tie.
You've done this before, I say
Never with a man, selfish as they are, you reply
I grin, as the tie you so triumphantly removed closes around your wrists. Your trophy over me now hold you captive. You can't help but be surprised. You love surprises.
I can be generous, I say, as I lift your legs upon my shoulder for a taste.
You sense everything in my mind, and moan as I make them a reality
