His Love Letter

I hope you realize that for the privilege of tasting your sweet butter rum essence, I would tease and torture you with my hard dick for a very long time, deep hard strokes, then shallow, teasing probes while I shower your nipples with kisses and silence your moans with my mouth. Mmmm. if only, my sweet ebony Goddess.
  
I just read your latest posting...OMG, girl, it's like you can read every man's mind, and putting it down on the page.  
   
Imagine the dim light in your bedroom, the scent of flickering candles strategically placed around the room...a window cracked to allow just enough breeze in to fill the room with the scent of the candles, to be eventually replaced by the scent of our lust.....  
   
You cannot escape my lust, but to ensure that you do not interrupt me in my goals I will tie each wrist to a bedpost. I love to see you naked on your silken sheets.  
   
Grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs wide, I glance down at my goal, my prize, my reason for being here.  
   
Hold your legs in the air in this imaginary “vee” as I kiss my way from your knees to your sweet junction. Just smelling your arousal makes me hard. Do you see how hard you make me, you naughty girl? No, you can't suck on it. Not yet, maybe not all.  
   
Pressing your legs together with your legs still extended I kiss the backs of your legs, down your thighs and then my tongue finds that slit, the entrance to a wet, tight cove of pleasure.  
   
The flat of my tongue teases that slit, as I sip the sweet sticky nectar that seeps out, and finally I succumb to the need to taste it and my tongue delves in, deep...pressing my face to your flesh as you moan approval. My cock twitches with sweet anticipation.  
   
Will I tongue fuck you until you beg for my cock? Will I suck your hard clit until your legs squeeze my head as you climax? Or will I ease my aching member into you, slowly, teasing until you scream for more? Perhaps I should pound my cock into you, holding your legs over my shoulders, slapping flesh against flesh until I feel my cock being squeezed in the throes of your orgasm.  
   
As you enjoy the aftermath, would you not enjoy it if I returned to the mound, savoring your sweet essence, sucking it from your outer lips, seeking more with my tongue, and then teasing your engorged clit with my tongue. You owe me at least one oral orgasm. Give it up girl, let yourself go as my tongue flicks up and down, sideways, swirling around that hard nub, gently sucking on it. The feel of your body pressing against my face, wanting and needing more, your moans filling my ears.....nothing can be sweeter.  
   
 But alas, dear girl, I am still hard and yet unsatisfied. If I untie you, would you promise to be a good girl and find a place for my throbbing cock? Would you find a way to release my lust. Or would you not let me? Hmmmm......