I kiss my way down his shaft, fondle his balls with my hand, feel his tension leaking out little by little. And the sounds that escape his throat, those are like foreplay in and of themselves. I've never heard noises like that, these velvety little kisses of sound that get stuck in my head, travel through my blood, and wet my borrowed sweatpants with desire. “Too much, sweetheart,” he gasps when I slide as much of him between my lips as I can. “Too much.”
