It is sometimes the withholding more than the gratification, that matters.

He is looking into my eyes, as if reading the words bouncing around inside my silent head. My eyes, pleading with him as my mouth cannot.

He pulls his cock from my lower lips, and straddles my hips, my waist, sitting back on my tits. His cock pulses just below my mouth, and i lick my lips in longing. My pussy is banging out her need, i feel the coil of juice sliding from cunthole to asshole, slipping up my crack until it pools beneath me.

Oh who the fuck am I kidding, you have to have both:

i am longing incarnate. Waiting, and needing, and though His patience is long, i can see the pulsing of his cock, the need building in him as well.

He slides back down between my spread thighs and spears me with his lance. His cock is hard, harder than it has ever been, and i feel him taking himself deeply into my belly, deeply, fully making me his.