Adored

He massaged the back of her neck gently and she looked up at him, offering her lips for a kiss. His warm mouth pressed down over hers, and she smiled contentedly, her tongue sliding out to stroke over his lips. She felt like her body was humming as she savoured the silky wetness he pressed against her, and the warmth of his body around her. Kissing him was like being drunk, she thought – you closed your eyes and the room span, and it didn't stop spinning 'til you opened them.

She nuzzled the side of his face, the stubble scratching her nose and lips roughly, and she slid her hand between the buttons of his shirt, stroking the silky skin of his tummy. She loved his tummy best of all of him, and couldn't help but touch it whenever she could. Every inch of him made her burn, and it was all she could do not to worship his body. To most people he seemed unprepossessing, but they didn't know him. She knew the feel of his skin, the warmth and scent of him, and it intoxicated her.

She held his head with her hand and pressed his cheek to hers, intimately, her heart filling with some feeling she couldn't name. She closed her eyes blissfully, moving her head so he moved with her, and slid forward to press her lips to the cool shell of his ear. She buried her nose just underneath his ear, in his curls, and inhaled deeply, the smell of his shampoo making her warm inside. She was almost ashamed of needing to touch him this much. She touched his lips with her thumb, tracing their outline, pressing them gently as though to test their firmness.

Her thumb followed the journey of her mouth, rubbing the stubble along his jawline, toying with his earlobe, and coming to rest on the pulse in his neck. She leaned in and kissed him again, swiftly, unable to resist the cushion of his lips. She smoothed her lips down his neck, and pressed her face against the bowl of his shoulder, in the warmth. She turned her head to the side, so her lips rested gently against the muscles in his arm, the smooth pale skin warm against her. Her hand slid back down to his tummy, flattening against his muscles, holding him for a moment, and then turning to smooth down his skin with her knuckles. She stroked him that way, savoring the feel of him on the backs of her fingers, the warmth and the softness. She could worship this part of him.

She caught the word on her mind, and it resonated within her. That was what this was, worship- this heavy and languid exploration of his body. Impulsively her hand reached up and scrunched in his curls, the silky strands sliding between her fingers. She touched his jaw and slid down his body to press her face against his tummy, her nose buried in his navel. Her two hands rested on the curved bones of his hips, as she rubbed her cheek against the smoothness of his belly, his silky erectness brushing her chin. Her mouth watered, and she kissed his belly just before his curls started, sliding her tongue across the golden line. She pressed her cheek to his inner thigh, her nose buried in his hair, her tongue peeking out to lick the crease where his thigh ended. Her thumbs rested on his stomach, caressing him, holding onto the intoxication of him for all she was worth.

She felt as though he had her under a spell, the way she was pressing herself against him. She buried her face in his pubes once more, inhaling the musky scent of him, before deliciously sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. She moaned, the silky weight of him inside her, the taste of him making her head spin. The rough pad of her tongue slid down the underside of his shaft, his head bumping the back of her throat as she swallowed around him. She sucked the salty droplets out of him, aroused herself, wondering if he wanted to taste her own salty fluid. Wishing she could never do anything but this.

Her hands stroked his stomach almost manically, pressing and turning with her knuckles almost uncontrollably, as though she was easing the warmth from his skin. She pressed down with his cock inside her mouth, until her chin and nose were buried in his pubes, and she paused there, swallowing reflexively around his cock, inhaling him, savouring the feel of his muscles tensing beneath her hands. She stopped sucking for a moment to press her face against the crease of his inner thigh again, the golden hairs tickling her nose and cheek. Her hands finally reached to cradle the weight of him, and she slid her tongue around his head and underneath his foreskin, her lips closing firmly around the silky weight of him.

She sucked, her tongue swirling, thinking that nothing had ever tasted so sweet, so true, so much like the reason for her existence. It was a drug, it was intoxicating, it took her away from the level headed life she usually led. Everything in the world should be like this, she thought, some sort of esoteric sexual experience that in its own way was religious. If religion was like this everyone would want a god. She moaned, her movements growing more frantic, her tongue eager on him, her own sex writhing in response. She shivered and whimpered around him, the warmth and scent and taste overwhelming her, she was sure she was going to pass out. She wasn't sure it mattered anymore, as long as she had him inside her. She sucked and licked and tasted, savouring and enjoying, delighting in the feel of him twitching in her mouth, knowing his balls were drawing in close to his body. She thrust one hand down to her sex, sliding two fingers in roughly, curving them up, her mouth working on him. She sucked and thrust hurriedly, eagerly, feeling herself start to come and whimper around his cock, his seed shooting in her mouth, salty and tang all at once. She swallowed, her whole body shuddering, the taste of him filling her brain and her body.