orally fixated

Lately I have been orally fixated and going down on him a lot. We have a way in bed where I'm going down on him upsidedown, like 69, but instead of him going down on me, he's rubbing my cunt with his hands, my clit specifically. I like having his dick in my mouth upsidedown for a change.

We were doing it in this way Tuesday evening, and the way he went at my clit was just admirable, valliant--and very effective. I sucked his cock and licked the ridge, and pounded him into my throat. I imagined him coming, shooting all his semen down my throat, imagined the sounds he would make, until I was whimpering and making impulsive, quick motions with my hips, and my cries were muffled by his cock in my mouth. I came and sucked, hoping he would come at the same time, half-crazy with the intensity, but he didn't come. I continued to suck good-naturedly as he kept rubbing for a long time, and I calmed down.

Then he beat off on my tits, and I grabbed his cock for the finish. He's beautiful.

On Wednesday night, I got my wish--this time, instead of going down on him in a standard sort of way, I was rubbing his cock with my tongue, lapping at it, where the head meets the shaft, and then with my right hand, rubbing the other side quickly. He lost it. I listened to his groans as he came, tasted the semen, empathized with his ecstacy as the semen flowed over my tongue, lips, and chin.

Last night I was in the mood for something different and decided there had to be a way to use the knealing chair to our advantage. So we went to the livingroom, and I folded myself over it so he could fuck me standing, and it felt lovely, but I knew his leg-muscles couldn't take much of it, because the height wasn't perfect.

Then he sat on the knealing chair, and I went down on him. I slurped and bobbed my mouth up and down his cock quickly. Then I tried to climb on, but again the height wasn't right. Perseverently, I turned around and fucked him that way. It was a variation on a standard porn position, like reverse cowgirl, only knealing chairs aren't standard--I was bent in half, with my hands on the floor for support, my legs spread, my cunt riding his cock as he, delighted, just sat there moaning.

I liked the angle. I liked being in control. I liked to feel the strength of my arms and legs as I supported myself in this bent-double way. I liked the way he was vulnerable and helpless, motionless, moaning in happiness.

I'm going to come, he said, as I sped up.

Good, I said, and I listened to the cries he made and intensified my fucking as he went over the edge for me.

I continued to fuck him for a long time, his hand to the condom, and then we went to bed, where it felt so intimate and safe after the more public space of the livingroom. I masturbated as he fucked me with the blue vibrator and sucked my left nipple.

I love the moment when I know coming is inevitable. I relax somehow--I know it will happen, and it's just a matter of how, how long I can hold it off, if I want to, and curiousity about how it will feel, how strong it will be today.

At the moment I did come, my legs involunterily flew open a bit wider, my back arched, my head thrashed--it was in my entire body, intense and one more reason to live.