He smiled as she crawled toward him, loving the gleam in her eye and the wicked smile on her lips. He had waited a very long time to experience this.
All of the women he had known had performed this act on him willingly enough. Most had done so happily, even passionately, and all of them had believed their mouths to be something special but the unfortunate truth was that hardly any of them were. Their misplaced confidence had apparently been based more upon successes with typically overexcited men who couldn't suppress their climax for more than five minutes rather than the result of any real gift on their part, and only one or two had been able to regularly bring him to climax unaided, so he had taken this girl's boasting with a grain of salt. Oral sex was never unpleasant, he thought, and he had little to lose, save a thin layer of skin if she happened to be one of the clumsy ones who never seemed to figure out that repeatedly scraping their sharp teeth against his shaft as they bobbed obliviously on his erection was somewhat distracting and rather painful.
Still... when she spoke of his manhood, of touching it, holding it, of sucking it, she spoke with a sense of reverence, almost as if pleasuring him in that way were an act of worship, and he ached to experience that. Like most men, he loved receiving oral sex but as wonderful as it felt, he had always found it somehow lacking. He'd never known girl as hungry, as greedy, as desperate to have him in her mouth as she seemed to be, and he felt that her hunger could provide the critical element, the element that all the others lacked; he believed she could capture his imagination.
He watched her closely as she crawled, determined to soak in the experience, to capture it in his memory. Her eyes were fixed intently on his erect member and she slowed as she neared him, prolonging the moment, enjoying her own anticipation of what lay ahead. When she was close enough she slid her hands up his legs and around his hips, moistened her lips, and pressed her cheek to the inside of his thigh, rubbing it slowly up his leg until her nose nestled in his pubic hair, her lips nearly, but not quite, touching him. Her eyes slowly closed and she took a long, deep breath, drawing his scent into her nostrils, breathing him, before placing her lips against the base of his cock and softly kissing it.
Cupping her hand loosely around his cock and pressing it tenderly to her mouth, she parted her lips and extended her tongue, broadly licking him with excruciating slowness, sighing as she tasted him for the first time. Holding her open mouth against his shaft, she trailed her wet tongue slowly upward, then took his velvet knob into her mouth with a quiet whimper and softly suckled it, rolling her head in slow, languid circles while licking until he it wet and slippery. Taking him from her mouth, she kissed his glistening cock and raised her face to his, smiling at him briefly, distractedly, as if to say "Oh, hello... are you still here?" then closed her eyes and began luxuriantly rubbing his stiffness across her cheek. Softly moaning, she drew it across her eyes, her forehead, slowly traced the line of her jaw to her chin and kissed it lovingly as it brushed against her lips, bathing in the scent and texture of his hard cock.
He groaned. She had hardly begun and he was entranced. She was already losing herself in this, immersed in her own pleasure, savoring and delighting in his engorged tool until he, the man, nearly ceased to exist for her. The beautiful, hard penis she held in her hand was her sustenance, her manna, it was her life force and she was feeding. She was beautiful, he reflected, but he thought that she might never be more beautiful than she was at this moment. She was beyond happy, beyond blissful, she was enraptured.
She opened her eyes and closely examined his cock, drinking in the sight of it from all angles as she held it in her hand, as if considering her next selection from a richly laid buffet. Deciding, she slathered his glans with her tongue then covered the sensitive underside of his shaft with her mouth and quickly shook her head from side to side, pressing her lips and tongue against the soft skin with a quick, intense flurry of movement, delighted with his moans of pleasure. Taking his hardness back into her mouth, she sucked, whimpering as she drew him deeply into her mouth, then flicked her tongue teasingly against him as she slowly withdrew, her lips wetly smacking, then slurped him back into her mouth and repeated the cycle, sucking him in with a moan then making a muffled "yummy" sound as she licked back up, relishing the taste and feel of him.
He sighed. Her mouth was incredible, and her quiet, unguarded sounds of hunger and appreciation were thrilling. This was what he'd waited for, he thought, and laced his fingers through her hair and began firmly thrusting into her mouth but she quickly pulled free his cock, eliciting from him a groan of frustration. This wasn't the main course, she smiled to herself, this wasn't even the appetizer, she thought, suppressing a mischievous chuckle at his distress; she was merely whetting her appetite while wetting his stiffened dick.
Still grinning, she wrapped her hand loosely around his wet shaft and began lightly stroking him, making sure her fingers bumped against the pronounced rim of his knob each time, then quickly squeezing the end of his cock as her hand slid up and off, squirting his slippery cock out of her hand with a delightful, sexy little squishing sound. She then lowered her mouth to the base of his cock, gazed up into his eyes and started licking his shaft as she might lick a dripping ice cream cone. She knew that the poignantly submissive image of her face under his cock, softly whimpering and hungrily licking his cock with her eyes raised to his in supplication would inflame him, and she knew she had hit the mark when she heard his breath catch and he leaned a little forward, watching her intently, his eyes riveted on her. Careful to keep the light, squishy stroking constant and her eyes on his face, she began licking and kissing his balls, whimpering and moaning, draping his balls across her face as she worked her mouth lower, knowing that the sight of her, and the feel of her hands and mouth on him were building his excitement to a fever pitch. She played her tongue against his balls, his thighs, against the base of his shaft, her quiet sounds of contentment never ceasing, licking, kissing, gently nibbling, rubbing her face on him, and whenever his cock began to feel dry in her hand she quickly plunged her mouth down on him and wet his cock again, then returned to her stroking and licking, her eyes never leaving his.
She was everything he'd hoped she would be, hungry, yearning, thirsty for his hardness. She worshipped his cock as no one ever had, and he was simply on fire. He fought for control of himself; it was all he could do not to take her hair in his hands and ram his cock into her mouth, but he'd promised that she could have her way with him this time, that she could give him the gift she had ached to give for so many months and he forced himself to allow her to continue as she wished. He had no idea how long she made love to him this way, his arousal had twined into her hunger and need until he was enmeshed in an endless swirl of sensation and longing. She never stayed in one place for more than a few moments, alternately licking his balls, nuzzling and licking his shaft, stroking and greedily sucking his straining cock, whimpering with pleasure all the time, keeping his senses awake and vibrant, increasing his excitment until his balls ached for release.
