Altar

Whether on my knees or nestled between your thighs or sitting on your face, nothing gives me greater pleasure than sucking your cock. I want to feel the silky smoothness of your skin. I want to feel the steely hardness of your shaft.

Let me worship at the altar of your masculinity. My tongue flicking the head of your dick, stroking the slit where precum pools and dribbles. My mouth engulfing you, wet heat sending shivers down your spine.

Hold my head still and fuck my mouth or allow me freedom to lovingly stroke your cock with my mouth and tongue, either way I’ll swim in my own rapture. I simply want to bring you pleasure in my own small way.

Feel the pressure of my tongue gently pressing your most sensitive spots. Feel the dance of my tongue as I taste you.

Your gasp of surprise and pleasure as I gently take your balls into my mouth makes me hum with pleasure. I will take care, but I must taste them, too. I must love this part of you.

Flicking my tongue across the tip of your cock, I steal a glance. Once you make eye contact, I cannot look away. The proof of your pleasure and satisfaction only serves to make me more eager to please you.

The noises you make as you move closer to the edge, the growls that fill the room, the gradual lessening of your self control – this is what I seek. When you finally explode into my mouth, not one drop will be spilled or wasted. Your seed is too precious.

Allow me to worship at this altar of my choosing. You will not be disappointed.