For A...IOU. -E
She finished lighting the last of the tealight candles, and the shadows flickered and danced on the walls of their hotel room. His 6 foot 5 body laid stretched out on the king sized bed wearing only his blue boxer briefs, ankles crossed, arms up, elbows bent, his fingers interlaced behind his head, watching her move around the room. Her black lace-edged satin chemise stretched across her curvy hips and ass as she set down the lighter and turned to join him in bed.
She sat down on the bed next to him and reached up to stroke his red beard, streaked with white. "My lumberjack," she said with a smile. "Do you mind if I get you situated here how I want you?"
"How do you want me?"
"Here, let's pile up all the pillows here, so you can be sitting up more."
He sat up and she gathered up all the bed pillows and piled them against the headboard in the center of the bed.
"Okay, here, now lean back against this and spread your legs apart."
He was happy to take orders, and assumed the position as directed. Clearly, the growing bulge in his boxers indicated that he was excited about whatever was coming soon. Hopefully, he wouldn't be coming too soon, as he hoped to enjoy whatever she was planning for as long as possible.
"Okay, now I'm going to kneel right here," she said as she crawled toward him on all fours, kneeling on the bed between his knees.
"Let's get these out of the way," she whispered as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and peeled them down.
"Lift," she commanded, and he lifted his ass to get his boxers off. She pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then she crawled back to her kneeling position.
"After our last conversation, I did a little research on the topic of cock worship. I mean, it is pretty much just what it sounds like, but I wanted details of how exactly it should be done properly."
His stiff cock twitched with excitement as her gaze slowly moved from being locked with his eyes, downward.
"From what I read, the whole point is to provide loving admiration for and pleasure to the owner of the cock you wish to honor. It should stroke his ego, and make him feel like a powerful god to possess such a natural gift. He has been blessed, and will in turn bless his partners by sharing it with them. The cock is held in sacred esteem, and should be praised and worshipped accordingly for its power as a giver of pleasure and life."
She paused, gave him a playful look, and said, "I thought, wow, this should come naturally to me, because these are the kinds of things that I already think about all the time."
"I always thought that I was agnostic, but it turns out that there was a religion for me after all," she said with a smile. He returned the smile and waited expectantly.
She reached out and wrapped her soft, warm hand around the center of his hard cock. She paused to lightly swipe her thumb over the head, appreciating the softness of his skin.
"But it's not just any cock that I worship. This practice is quite specifically devoted to just yours alone." She locked eyes with him, and her pupils dilated, as they always did when they looked at each other, signaling their intense desire for one another. He called this her "sex kitten eyes" and he wasn't wrong. She wanted him every time they were together, so he'd seen this look many times over the years. He'd returned the look many times as well. The growing pupils don't lie. Neither does a growing cock.
A bead of glistening precum appeared on the tip of his cock. She lightly moved her hand up and down his shaft, with a bit of a twisting motion.
"Are you familiar with the concept of love languages?"
"Kind of," he replied.
"Well, it is basically the different ways that people use to express their feelings and care for others. My love language for giving to others is gift-giving, and my love language for receiving from others is words of affirmation. I pride myself on giving the perfect present chosen carefully for my recipient, based on paying attention to the details of their desires. I've decided to mix it up a little, and today I give you the gift of my words, because I know how much you like aural pleasure."
"Oh, I really like the sound of that," he said with a smile.
"I've never been shy about telling you how much I want you. I know being direct is the best way to communicate with you. But I've never gotten detailed in my praise for your penis, specifically. Since I appreciate words of affirmation myself, I know how to give a detailed compliment. So I offer to you my words of praise, and of course, the other things my mouth can do. Aural, and oral pleasure, at your service." She bent down and put her lips on the tip of his cock. It was so warm, and his skin so soft. She opened her mouth and took his head into her warm wetness. She wrapped her lips around him and lightly sucked and swirled her tongue around him. He groaned with pleasure.
"I love having your cock in my mouth. It always tastes so good. You are always so clean, and always smell completely neutral. My mouth waters when I fantasize about kneeling before you, and letting you fuck my face while you're standing. My two biggest fantasies are you pinning me to the wall to kiss me, and me pinning you against the wall on my knees."
She resumed her sucking and swirling. He let out a sigh of pleasure.
She continued, "I also love looking at your cock. Just look at it. It's so beautiful. A cut cock is so attractive. And I love that we match-- it is the same rosy pink as my nipples. My nipples get hard just thinking about you. I want to pop you in my mouth like a lollipop."
She paused to look down, and cup his balls and give them a light squeeze. With her other hand, she wrapped it around the base again, and she put it back in her mouth. She ran her tongue around and around the head, stopping to stiffen it and rub it against the ridge on the underside of the head.
"Oh, fuck, you are so good at this," he said, while she giggled with his cock in her mouth.
She pulled it out and said, "And of course, I have to tell you the best part. The size. My god, you are perfect and my favorite. You're the best I've ever had. I never knew I was a size queen until I had you inside of me, reaching places that other men couldn't. Now I can never go back. I cannot be satisfied with anything less than being completely filled up, with you bottoming out, balls deep. I think our bodies just fit together so perfectly."
With her index finger, she lightly traced around the upper edge of the base of his cockhead. "This spot right here? This is what drives me wild. When you give me all you've got, this rubs against my A-spot and it feels sooo good."
"I know that spot is named for the "anterior fornix" but in my mind, it's named that for you. My 'A' is the only one who can reach my 'A-spot' so this is a special honor for me when I get to have you inside of me. This is uncharted territory, a place that only you have claimed for your own. I want you to own it, and visit it often. Since I don't get to see you as often as I'd like, I found a dildo that reminds me of you. It has a flat base, so I can sit on it. When I get the whole thing inside, I sit on the edge of my bed and bounce as I imagine riding your cock."
She once again took him in her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down, each time getting slightly deeper.
"I know this is exquisite torment, to keep giving you little bursts of a blow job." She lightly blew on his wet cock to make it jump as the air evaporated the moisture and felt cool. "But don't you worry, I'll make sure you are fully satisfied." She then breathed her warm, moist breath on him to bring him back up to temperature.