As we lay in bed naked, she was wedged between my legs, her head on my thighs. "You're so fucking big. So beautiful," she whispered reverently into my groin, her finger tracing the length of my uncut cock. Then she kissed each ball gently before moving back toward the tip of my shaft with a look of reverence. As far as I know, one can receive no greater compliment from their lover than being told they are 'beautiful' by them. There were many nights like this when she would tell me how beautiful my cock was. How sexy...how wonderful...how perfect. I'll never tire of hearing this praise and admiration for my cock. It fills my heart with joy knowing how much she enjoys worshiping it.
She has a sort of oral fixation when it comes to cock. She could suck a cock for hours if allowed, and she was very good at giving blow jobs. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth, the taste of its flesh on her tongue, its warmth and musky scent. The softness as it slid over her lips or down her throat...she craved that feeling more than anything else sometimes. And while she'd never admit this publicly - to anyone but me - I knew how much pleasure I gave her by providing the time and place to worship my cock.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly, her lips pressed against my cockhead. "You have such a hot cock. You make me so wet. Just sucking you makes me soaked," She paused briefly, then resumed licking along the underside of my dick.
Her hands moved quickly now, stroking my balls and tugging lightly on the sensitive skin surrounding the base of my penis.
"It feels so good on my lips. Mmmm..." she purred seductively against my erection.
My cock pulsated inside her mouth, and I felt myself building rapidly toward orgasm. But I know enough about her that she likes to make things last, so I do everything I can to resist cumming and enjoy being worshipped. This wasn't something new; our sex lives had been built upon mutual trust and respect for one another's sexual needs since the beginning of our relationship. We both wanted to please the other person sexually above all else. I think it helped us keep the passion alive within our relationship all these years together.
Her fingers slipped beneath my sac, grasping tightly onto my testicles, massaging them rhythmically. They worked their way slowly upward until they reached the top of my cock. She grasped my shaft firmly, then stroked downward, pulling back my foreskin and exposing the mushroom tip. I closed my eyes and tried not to focus too much on what she was doing. A moment later, I could feel how skillfully her tongue teased the ridge just under the crown of my glans, where it meets my shaft. At first, she licked in a circular motion, then flicked the tip repeatedly with quick strokes. Soon after, she began swirling her tongue across the surface of my cock, causing tiny waves of sensation to ripple through me. It didn't take long for the feelings to build and intensify. My hips thrust involuntarily forward, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. When she noticed, she stopped momentarily, then started again. Her hand continued working my balls, squeezing gently yet firmly. I looked down at her face as she sucked on me greedily, watching those talented pink lips work my cock, sliding up and down effortlessly.
Then suddenly, I felt her start bobbing her head faster and harder, taking more of my shaft into her mouth every second. Inch by inch, she pulled away from me completely, exposing only the swollen head. Then she returned, slurping loudly as she swallowed my cock in one smooth stroke.
My body tensed and arched upwards slightly as she deepthroated me once again. I watched her cheeks hollow out and contract, swallowing my cock whole. I heard her gag reflex kick in, followed closely by a loud moan as she struggled to get used to my size. After a few moments, however, she relaxed, took several breaths, and resumed her rhythmic movements, sucking and stroking me with equal vigor. I felt myself approaching climax but held off as long as possible, enjoying the sight and sounds of this woman enjoying herself on my cock.
"Baby, you better stop. You don't want me to cum yet, do you?" I whimpered.
She smiled broadly at me. "No. Please don't cum yet. I'm not finished enjoying your cock."
We've played this game many times - one of her favorites. She loves watching me struggle against my desire, hearing my whimpers and moans as my hips writhe beneath her. And it seems she enjoys taking advantage of me in this weakened state even more than usual tonight. If she senses I'm close to cumming; she stops whatever she's doing and tries to prolong my release. I love it. And she likes seeing me helpless before her power.