I Love the Way You

I love the way you suck my cock.

But for me, the whole experience begins long before your supple lips even touch it. Your lips and mine, locked in embrace, expressing hunger, and then you push me back, making me relax, and I feel myself stiffen in anticipation of what is to come. I usually pull your shirt off quickly, before you get too far, so I can admire you while you please me.

I love the way your fingers undo my belt, tugging at it impatiently, letting the buckle and flat fall backwards, and going straight for the zipper, yanking it down. You feel the pressure of my straining member as you peel the jeans aside, and tug on them to pull them down lower on my hips, exposing my underwear with the familiar small wet spot near the waistband. You tug the waistband and always seem a little startled when the head pops up, atop the erect shaft, alert and ready for duty. It is always at attention for you.

I love the way you smile at it, as it bobs and twitches, glistening drop of precum pooling on the eye, staring back at you in restless anticipation. Tugging at the bunched-up fabric restricting my twitching member, it twitches in relief at its freedom. I always like the way your fingers reach out to grasp it, holding it steady and in the proper position as you lean forward, lips parting, so your tongue can taste that little drop that signals my excitement.

That one little lick is enough to drive me wild. I must hold my desire to seize you by the hair and ram my cock down your throat, using it like a fleshlight as I thrust the knob deeper and deeper, spurred on by your shock, and the gagging sounds you struggle to suppress. Desire contained, I try to relax as you run your tongue around the head, treating it as you would a lollipop, savoring every lick.

I love the way you release it, letting it flop back onto my belly, as you trace up the shaft from the base with your tongue, flicking it gently at the perineum, knowing how good that feels for me, before using your tongue to expertly guide the head into your waiting mouth. You know just how to form your lips to mimic a tight opening, and I can feel precum oozing out my hole as my shaft disappears slowly into your waiting throat. Again, I resist motion as my cock lays nestled in your warm mouth, no hand reaches up to grasp hair, forcing your mouth to rapidly fuck my cock. Instead, I sigh, involuntarily twitching my hips, signaling my pleasure.

Soon your head begins its familiar bobbing motion, your lips gripping the skin as they slide up my rod, and then back down to the base. A motion you repeat for quite a while, eventually stopping to greedily gulp for air. Renewed, you resume your motion, and stringy wads of spittle start forming around your mouth, which you flick off with a finger, wiping it off on my leg.

I love how you quicken your rhythm, as if you feel the pent-up desire within me, your motions becoming shorter, your lips grazing the base of my penis more frequently and faster. I can feel the first tingling of an approaching climax in my balls, and it drives me wild. It is now all I can do to continue stroking your hair, murmuring my encouragement amidst gaps and moans, as you begin to slow, your neck and mouth surely tired at your efforts.

I love it when you lean back, panting for breath, glistening spittle and fluids gleaming on your lips and around your mouth, as your hand takes over as a hollow facsimile of your glorious mouth, lips, and tongue. Your slim fingers conform to my girth, and they form a sheath, sliding from head to base effortlessly aided by the glistening sheen of saliva you have so generously provided. Eventually, needing renewal, you feel a slight friction, and you can see from my restless hips (and my verbal urgings) that I am close now.

Renewed for the task, you quickly resume your head bobbing, your tongue massaging me as your lips tightly grip the shaft, sweetly sucking on the head as you plunge down again swallowing me whole. I feel myself against the back of your throat, and then sensation sliding up my cock, and lips gently sucking, and then down again as I am engulfed in your warm, oral embrace.

I love how when I am on the edge, my hands in your hair gently urging you on, that you know exactly when it is time. Whatever energy you have is suddenly expended in a flurry of head bobbing, your mouth tightly gripping my cock, your face fucking me expertly as I moan my encouragement and declare my impeding release. I know I can finally relax. Your face, furrowed in concentration, eyes raised to mine, rising, and falling on my engorged member, as you hear a sudden intake of breath.

My hands become useless, flopping things that I do not know what to do with. Everything is an afterthought as I feel my loins clench, and you press your face against my groin with your throat hugging the jerking head of my cock, and I feel myself exploding into you; your throat working to accommodate my spunk and swallow it. Wave after wave of ropey cum shoots out into your throat as you swallow to keep it from filling you.

My hands resume the stroking of your hair, and you expertly extract every drop of semen from me as you gaze up, mouth open and tongue out to demonstrate your fastidiousness at disposing of all the evidence of our tryst. I can still taste myself on you as I draw you in for a kiss, and you lay against me for a moment, before I push you back, ready to return the favor.