… solipsubmissive …

There’s something about your skin that enthralls me.  The texture of your hair against it, your amazing, warm, golden scent.  It makes me want to press my face against you and just breathe, to nestle my nose into the little hollow below and between your pectoral muscles, then open my mouth and exhale, bathing that spot in warm humidity.  I can’t get close enough.

I know you need your sleep.  I know I keep you awake long past the time you’d have normally drifted off, but i’m wholly unable to disengage … not without your help.  My fingers slide up your torso toward that forbidden nipple and I watch you, wondering if you’ll wake when you feel my fingers crossing your flesh.

You don’t.

Just short of their goal, my fingers stop, and I bite my lip in indecision.  I give your face, your beloved face, boyish in sleep, one last long look, then carefully lift the sheet and duck my head beneath its light cover.  I am instantly engulfed in you, in your essence, in the scent of you, and I moan.  Your legs shift a little, and I freeze, holding my breath as I wait for you to settle.  

I’m not yet ready for you to wake.

I press my lips softly against the side of your torso, then begin inching lower, moving slowly, dropping feather-light kisses to mark my path.  I whisper against you, the words hissing from between my lips, moving ever closer to my goal.  When I’m there, I stop and softly lay my head on your lower abdomen.  I feel the crisp hair meet my cheek, and I groan.  I just fit here.  It amazes me every time I’m with you.  It is like this part of you was created just for me, the perfect place, puzzle precise.  

When i’ve settled, I wait a long moment, fall into the even cadence of your breathing … and then I reach for you with my mouth.  I want this to be gentle, for now, not jarring.  No hands, just the soft, wet warmth of my mouth.  No kisses, no sucking, no need for anything except the feel of your soft shaft nestled in my mouth.

You stir again and I hold perfectly still, my lips closed around the base of your cock.  I know it won’t be long, though, and I slide my hand across your thigh to softly cup your balls in my palm.  Inside my mouth, I feel you twitch slightly as you begin to harden.

It fascinates me, feeling you grow inside my mouth.  The metamorphosis is different against my tongue, against the sensitive insides of my cheeks.  You lengthen, and still I don’t move, trying to keep you, all of you, completely encased for as long as possible.  The velvety tip of your shaft nudges the back of my throat just as I feel your hand settle on my back, then slide up my spine and bury itself in the dark curls pooling on your abdomen.

I tighten my hand on your balls, only slightly, stirring them inside their sack.  You’re moving now … I can feel you waking.  I suckle once, and moan.

Your hand tightens in my hair, pulls, as if to guide me in your pleasure.  Harder, I suck, collapsing my cheeks, and I begin to slide my head back, up your shaft while still sucking, as though I couldn’t bear the thought of a single inch of your cock leaving my mouth.  

You push the sheet back just as you emerge, glistening, from my mouth.  Both hands find my hair now, gather it up, hold it away from my face so you can see my lips, hovering just a hair’s breadth from your slit, where a single, glistening drop of precum is beading.

Just before it succumbs to its own weight, just before it begins to roll over the rosy tip of your head, I dart out my tongue to catch it.  I savor the salty offering, revel in the taste that slithers across my tongue and down the back of my throat, then send a playful glance your way.  

Your eyes are slits, watching me hungrily.  Without removing my gaze from yours, I softly kiss the head of your cock, allowing more of the slick clear fluid to coat my lips.  My hand slides up from your balls to wrap around the base of your cock, and I use the shaft to softly rub you against my cheeks, my eyelids, painting a path on my face.

With a groan, I bring you back to my lips, drag my eyes from yours, and turn my full attention to my prize.  I purse my lips, pouty and full and hungry, then open them to slowly engulf your head.

I feel your groan before I hear it.  Feel it in the sudden tension of your hands tightening in my hair, feel it in the abdominal muscles that contract against my cheek.  I hold you there, just inside my mouth, my tongue cradling the perfect curve of your dark pink glans.  Your slippery fluids continue to run from your slit.  I’m hungry for that, and I suckle, then swirl my tongue around you in a wide, flat sweep of warmth.

Without warning, I squeeze my hand around you, then dip my head to take you inside my mouth, sliding down over you as deeply as I can.  My hand strokes up, meeting my lips, then slides back down, my greedy mouth following until you hit the back of my throat again.  I hold you there as long as I can, fighting the instinct that tells me I’m choking, fighting the reflex you can feel as it closes around you in quick, pulsing squeezes.

I slide back up, that hand following my mouth obediently, and I gasp a little when you emerge.  My mouth, though, refuses to remain empty, and I have to have you again, have to feel you filling me up.  Your hands … I can feel them flexing and releasing, moving and gathering my hair.  

God, i’m hungry.

I suck you back out, almost out, back to the tip, which I give an extra hard suck before sliding my grasping mouth back down over you.  I’m whimpering now with each movement, cooing with the sheer joy of having you fill me this way, grunting with need.

I want your come.

I don’t just want it, though.  I want it to rip from the deepest part of you, and I want to revel in your release. Faster, I bob on your cock, ignoring the hands that try to control my movements, defying you, greedy in my ache to bring you pleasure.

You’re becoming harder and harder, and my hand, slick with my saliva and your precum, squeezes the vein that is filling, anxious to escape your shaft and fill my fucking, sucking mouth.  Your moans penetrate my need and fuel it.  I want more.  More sounds, more cock, more come, more sucking, more begging without words for it, feeling it approach with each frenzied stroke.

Wet slurping sucking sounds accompany your moans, your caught breath, the unintelligible words you don’t know you’ve said, and I feel your body tense, feel the explosion begin against my curled fingers, feel it rush up your shaft, and I plunge you deep, deep into the dark cavern of my mouth and close it around you.

Your moan becomes a groan, then a guttural cry as you erupt into my welcoming warmth.  My tongue works along the length of you, and I swallow and swallow, reveling in each spurt, immersing myself in your cries.  

I open my fingers and slide my hand to your balls again, cup them softly up against your shaft, and i’m rewarded with another cry and another wave of come.  I swallow that softly, then allow my head to settle back down on your abdomen, holding your softening cock still in my mouth.

I smile then, gently increase the suction again, and I hear you make a sound, a sound almost panicked, at the sudden sensation when you are at your most sensitive.  You release my hair, then stroke it as I suckle softly, loathe to give up my treasure.  

I close my eyes.  My belly is full and warm, my mouth is full and spent, and I am where I belong.