Fifty Seven

As if in a trance, my eyes slowly moved from his crotch, to his abs and then his chest. I could make out the pecks of his nipples from the material of the polo clinging to his body. My eyes linger, and I could imagine myself running my tongue on them. Imagining myself sucking and biting on it.

I press my hips together, as a dull ache starts in-between my legs. God, I want him. So bad.

My eyes continues their adventure, moving further up to his lips. They were full, sensual and loved the fact that his lower lips was redder than his upper lips. I bite down on my lower lip, imagining those full sensuality running through my body. Imagining them sucking and rubbing on my buds.

I could feel my nipples tightening underneath the big polo I was wearing. And then I saw it, that slight turn up of the corner of his lips - a smirk. I moved my focus from his lips to his face, and indeed, it was a smirk. A smug smirk - equal parts smugness and amusement.

His mouth is turned up at the corners, b