When I think of love…
I think of him.
The way he comforts me.
The way he protects me.
The way he does anything and everything to support us.
But when I think of romance…
I think of our physical touch.
The way we lay together.
The way he pleases me.
The way I can please him.
That’s all I want to give him…
The pleasure he deserves.
The control he deserves.
He deserves it all.
I want to consume his cock…
Every time I have it, I push it further down my throat.
Deeper than the last time.
I don’t care if I can’t breathe.
If I could swallow it, I would.
If I could wear it around my neck, I would.
I would follow him wherever he went and kneel before him as he presented it to me. For anyone to see. My face at attention to his cock. Because his cock is mine. And I am his.
He has the reins.
I want to claim what is mine.
And I am his to claim.
The tricky part is transitioning from releasing his shaft and putting his balls into my mouth.
I don’t believe there is any graceful way to do that.
So, the minute his cock deflates my mouth, his balls fill that space.
I stick out my tongue and slide over each ball.
One after the other until I want to rub my tongue up the middle of his balls.
Up the middle of his shaft.
Placing his head against my lips.
And pushing him in as far as he will go.
A couple of times I do this.
And by the third time, he is feeling that tightness in his balls.
The tingling spark to set him over the edge.
His hands reach out and grab my hair.
He starts to control my head.
Bobbing me up and down on his cock.
When his body tightens I take control.
Shoving his cock as deep as it can go, once.
I release pressure knowing this next time, I win.
I push his cock as deep as it will go.
And his hands grip my hair.
They press down on my head, keeping me pressed down as far as I can go.
I can’t breathe, but I am still, feeling the warmth fill up my throat.
When his body relaxes, I pull up on his cock.
I can breathe again.
Tears spill out of my eyes.
My mouth instinctively sucks and cleans his cock as it leaves my mouth.
I quickly miss his hardness…
I would please him over and over again.
To the point that he would not be able to give me any more than he has before.
When I think of love…
I think of these moments.
Because I wouldn’t want to please any other man the way I please him.
I wouldn’t want to lay with any other man the way we lay together.
I wouldn’t want the pleasure with any other man.
Only with him.
Our chemistry is special.
We are special.
It’s an addiction…
His love.
His romance.
His cock.