My prey led me to his bedroom. I had waited weeks for this moment, and the last five days of seduction had culminated in an aching desire within me to deliberately consume him for hours, savoring each moment as I had months before. The room was darkened, and filled with lit candles, multi-colored lamps and lights, and the bed was dressed in silk sheets. He started music, and came to me with kisses and wandering hands. It was on. We undressed each other, but I remained in my bra and panties. I took the massage oil offered to me, and he lay on the bed. I was instructed not to touch myself at all. This took much resolve, as I had been dripping wet for days, doing nothing at all to relieve the throbbing between my legs. I positioned myself so my moist pussy was inches from his head, warmed the oil in my hands, and began massaging his back and shoulders, leaning over him as I rubbed, feeling his hot breath on my thighs. The feel of his soft skin, his perfect ass, strong legs only intensified my horniness. He rolled over, and I could now see the hardness of his perfectly large cock. That’s what I wanted to rub, to taste.