Merlot

I love the smell of Merlot on his breath. I catch the scent as I lay light kisses over his forehead. My hands are on his shoulders as my mouth bestows kisses on each of his eyelids before working its way down the bridge of his nose. His lips are not my final destination, but I will take a brief respite here to take my pleasure in his mouth. I taste the mixture of the wine and him. It excites me, that taste. His anxious tongue and hungry lips belie his body's impatience. He loves the attention, and he knows this is my show, but he must resist reaching up to guide my lips further down his body. I love his mouth. I could get lost kissing him. Instead, my tongue leaves his to draw a warm, wet trail down his neck. I can feel the vibration as a moan escapes his lips. I laugh...he's mine. My fingertips graze his chest, moving southward, and my lips follow the path my fingers have drawn. I take my time. I hear his sounds, feel the quiver in his belly, sense the rocking of his hips. I'm testing both his patience and my own. It's a delicious sort of anticipation. When I reach his stomach, I stop to inhale the fragrance of his skin - musky and male. The dark hair here holds that scent and foretells the stronger scent another patch of hair will hold for me. I'm so close now, so eager. I'd anticipated teasing him longer, working my way down his legs, but I cannot wait any longer. His cock is inches from my lips...hard, hot, erect. His hips are swaying ever so slightly. His hands are clenched. I look up the length of his body to find his eyes beseeching mine. One word, "please." Eyes still locked on his, I brush my cheek across his cock, turning my head as I do so that my lips brush a kiss on his full head. The time for teasing is over. My wet lips are tight as I slide them down the length of his cock, taking him all the way into my mouth. I've been craving this. The flat of my tongue is pressed against the underside as I begin to move my lips up and down the full extent of him. I match my pace to the motion of his hips, their rhythm accelerating with each thrust. His hands, which he had forced to remain at his sides, now find their way to my hair. Saliva flows from my lips to pool at the base of his cock. He is near now. I can see it in his eyes, feel him grow in my mouth, and hear it in the changing of his breath. He pulls my head to him as his hips thrust up, burying himself in my throat as his orgasm hits. Wave after wave of his cum spill into my throat and I close my eyes and savor the moment. When the intensity subsides, I reluctantly release his cock, only slightly softer now, and crawl up his body. My lips find his and he tastes himself on my tongue. I lift up slightly, looking into his eyes and give him a cheshire cat grin, then reach over to refill his wine glass. I love the smell of Merlot.