The cyclist - happy

I'm kneeling, taking him deep into my mouth, he's running his hands through my hair and twisting it in his fingers. I'm covered in drool. His palm trails down my back, over the curve of my bottom and he reaches between my legs. Wet, hot, aching to be touched. He rubs his fingers over me, wish washing back and forth. I'm away. Enjoying his flesh. Giving him pleasure, we fuck, I come quickly, it's good, a steady improvement in skill. 

I ask him if he'll let me make him come in my mouth. He gladly exhales a yes. Open, hot, wet mouth, firm strokes with my hand, urging him into ecstasy. Come for me. I owe you one, well no I owe you several. He's so hard, twitching, I hear his breath begin to stutter. White fluid, stroke and lick it all out. Yum. My mouth is covered, my lips are chalky. I lick them. Happy and satisfied. Happy, good. Are you happy? Good.