orally fixated

Yesterday I wanted him in my mouth. I had him lie on his side. I lay on my back, masturbating and sucking his cock, my head turned toward him. I felt greedy for it. It was large and so real in my mouth. I liked best when the motion was his, when he pushed it in and out of my mouth on his own. Still, I sucked, and I wanted him to come in my mouth, but we hadn't discussed it. As I masturbated, I imagined sucking his cock--I imagined doing exactly what I was doing.

I stopped and asked if he liked it. I had tasted his pre-come, so I knew the answer to my question. He let me know that he had become uncomfortable on his side, so I suggested, "Would you like to fuck my mouth?"

He injured his arm a few days ago, so he wasn't sure, but we decided to try. I lay on my back masturbating. He positioned himself as if doing a push up, his his cock in my mouth. "I want you to come, if you can," I said. He fucked my mouth soundly. I liked the way I wasn't in control. I listened to his breathing as it got faster and harder.

"I'm going to come," he warned me. I was surprised, so soon. I nodded, and his semen was spurting down my throat. I hadn't intended to swallow, but I found myself swallowing. I was overwhelmed. I let myself come then, at my own hand, though I was very preoccupied with the cock that was coming in my mouth.

I sat up and rubbed my mouth on his knee. I felt my teeth on his skin. I rubbed my mouth on his knee again and again. His legs are beautiful, substantial.

We cuddled close. I kissed him, and I think he hesitated--maybe he didn't want to taste his own semen in my mouth. He held me and stroked my hair.