I worship your cock

The morning light is streaming in but you are still trying to sleep. From the bathroom I wander back to bed, remove the covers from you and lazily move over your body. The way I slide myself across your body you must think we are going to have sex. However, instead of sitting astride you I start to move down your warm body. I take you in my mouth, tasting the metallic tang of me from last night.

I adore your cock and as much as I want you to fuck me I need you in my mouth. I wrap my hand around your shaft and lick the tip of your cock, running my tongue around the ridges. Cupping your balls in my other hand. After a minute I remove my hands and take as much of you into my mouth as possible. Feeling you pushing against the back of my throat, me relaxing into it. This is just a prelude to sex I tell myself. I don’t want to make you come; I want to suck your cock for hours. I look up at you and you are no longer sleepy; the intensity of your gaze turns me on even more.

I smile as I move my mouth up and down on your cock, you slip out of my mouth and I groan. I take you back in my mouth and continue to work my mouth around your cock. I could do this forever, but too soon I feel your cock harden even more and you push your body up towards me. I consider my options and realise I can’t stop; I need this as much as you do. You make low groaning sounds and cup my head in your hands. Not forcing me onto you, just making sure I don’t move away. And then, as you come and your hot seed fills my mouth, I have to rest my hands on your hips to stop you moving away as your body jerks. I lift my head and look at you as I swallow. God, I worship your cock.

Photo credit: Ninha Morandini