I love only my lover's cock, the taste, feel, texture, smell, is arousing to me. I think about it all the time wishing that is was me who could wake up in the morning and know that the first thing I think of is how I am going to please my lovers cock. I reach over and run my hands over his body, feeling the soft hair of his chest, running my sharp nails along his nipples. He always feels so good to me. I roll over and wrap myself around him, now adding the touch of my tongue to his body; I can feel his arousal stirring as he sleeps. His nipples are hard and salty. I only want to please him and that totally satisfies me.
My hands roam all over his shoulders, his neck, his face, where my hands go my tongue seems to automatically seek. There is something powerful about him that makes me starve for the taste of him. Rolling onto him I straddle him and lick along the seam of his lips, they are warm, full and inviting, I can feel his breathing increasing, as if he is torn now between sleep and waking to receive the pleasure I mean to give him. My body wiggles, I can feel his cock hardening against my belly. His body's response to my touch gives my whole body a warm and tingly feeling.
He moans as I slide my crotch over his cock rubbing it up and down over his boxers covered cock. By now my pussy is getting very wet and the feel of his hardness rubbing my clit is making me whimper in pleasure. I feel his hands now on my hips, guiding my movements over his cock, I know that if I want I could make him cum fast, but I do not want this yet, I want to delay the pleasure for us as long as I can resist. I know that he would do anything to please me as well but it is his orgasm that I only want to concentrate on.
He seems to be reading my mind, because he lifts me away from him, pulls his boxers off and throws them across the bedroom, and with his hands he subtly guides me down his body, slowly. So that I can savor the taste of his skin on my lips and tongue all the way down. As my tongue reaches his cock, I lick it so slowly, softly and gently. I want to build up the intensity, take my time and blow his mind. I'm now licking and nibbling at his balls, my nose is buried in his groin, I sniff it in deeply savoring his scent, the aroma coming from him, is the most arousing, smell I could ever think of. There are no words to describe the intensity of the pleasure I feel at this moment. With my hands I cup his balls and squeeze them as my tongue slides its way up and down being sure to taste every inch of his cock, coating it heavily with my own saliva, he reaches for my hair and pulls it, becoming more insistent for his pleasure.