The drummer

He is beautiful, adorable, green eyed with floppy dark hair. He is a jazz musician, a good conversationalist, fun to drink with, that anticipation is thick and intense, you could run a finger through it. 

When we finally kiss it's soft and eager and tentative, his lips are full and wanting. His hand on my thigh sends a shoot of arousal up my leg. When we finally get to bed he undresses me and I him and he starts to kiss my chest and lick me. He makes soft and satisfied noises. He licks and sucks and I beg him to push his fingers into me. His tongue and lips feel delicious against my soaking flesh. I draw him up and kiss him and lick the cum from his mouth. I tell him it tastes delicious, he grins and says "Thats because it tastes like your pussy".

He dives back between my white pins and starts to lick again, he pushes his fingers into my holes and starts to thrust them. I stroke my clit and tell him that I'm close and that I'm going to come for him. He exhales deeply as I start to contract against his hand, he nuzzles his mouth against my finger tips. I climax deeply, slowly and my brain is washed and rung out. 

He purrs and strokes my soaking, hot, swollen cunt with his palm. 

I suck him later and he expels all over my face, he wants it that way. I'm happy to oblige. Then we lie in bed and kiss and joke until I leave, in the early hours of the morning and sit in my cab smiling and wet and thinking that I hope I see him again.