Laying on my back, seeing the part in your hair as you bob for apples between my legs. Up and down. Up and down. Quite the feeling you are bringing to my tenderloin.
But there is a moment during this epic time of wonderfulness that surpasses all other moments. When I explode? No, not that. When you run your tongue down the shaft to my balls? Nope, not that either. When you take those balls into your mouth? Close, but there is still something better.
It’s when you look up.
It’s when I see in your eyes a true deep desire to make me feel like a king. The pleasure you find in giving me pleasure.
That’s it. That’s the pinnacle. The eyes. The face.