"Oh, you know what would be warmm..." I say, massaging his balls with one hand, stroking his shaft lazily with the other, "let me show you..."
With that I dip my head and take the big, spongy head of his cock - just the head - in between my lips, and slide my teeth around it. I rub my tongue under it, up its sides, and suck, bathing it in warmth before sliding it out of my mouth with a 'pop'.
He whines as my mouth leaves him, and I giggle. "Ohhhh did you like that?" I ask, squeezing his shaft and starting up a slow rhythm again, "Was that nice and warm?" Oh hahaha he soooo wants me to take him back in again, but he's barely saying anything, just little grunts and moans. He sounds like he's fighting it which makes it so much more funn.
"Mmmmm let's try this," I say as, dipping my head in again, I slip him back through my lips, past my teeth, opening my jaw wiiiide to let his thickness in and slide back to my throat. I'm good at this, good at keeping my throat open for this, and I let him sit there, in my throat and in my mouth, while I hum and moan around him. God he's huge I've never had this big, I nearly feel like I might choke but I hold him.
And then I slide him out, and take him in my hand again, stroking. He's gasping now, whining, and I can almost hear him want to say my name oh godddd...
"Do you want to be in my mouth Charlie?" I ask, firmly squeezing his cock, squeezing it up and down, as I gaze up into his face, "Do you want to be in my warm, wet mouth?"
He's fighting, he's fighting my hand weakly making like he wants to pull away from it. Not because it doesn't feel good, but because he wants something else. He wants my mouth. His rhythmic little moans are each a passive little yes...yes...yes...
"Do you want to be in my mouth so you can come, Charlie? Is that what you want to do? Do you want to come in my mouthhh?" I ask, scooping another small chunk of soft ice cream from the bowl and placing in my mouth, rolling it around to make it melt, and then opening my mouth wide to show it to him.
At that he whines, harder, and I feel he may almost soon come right here, in my hand...
I have to fight back a smile as, pushing with my tongue, I let the melted ice cream fall in a white dribble out of my mouth and onto the head and shaft of his cock, onto my fingers and knuckles, and down onto his lower belly like a spent climax itself.
"You want to be back in my mouth, Charlie? You want to be back in my mouth where it's warm and wet and nice?" I ask, smearing this new goo over him, "Back in my mouth so you can come down my throat?" Again I feel like he may blow, right here, right now, the way he's whining, with how tense he is. I slow my hands, and now hold him still and firm.
I squeeze him, all ten fingers around his shaft, and look up into his eyes.
"I want to hear you tell me that you're my boyfriend, Charlie," I say, "I want to hear you say that you're mine..."