He sighed as she took him into her mouth. The sighs turned to contented groans as she worked her lips up and down his shaft. The groans were accompanied by spasmodic jerks of his hips as she tongued the tip of his cock’s swollen head.
“You’re so good,” he whispered, “I love how you suck my cock.” She loved hearing his words of compliment, and sucked him harder.
She was aware of the rustle of the sheet below them as he squirmed, his movements becoming increasingly less controlled.
His breathing became increasingly laboured as she focused on his pleasure. His cock twitched in her mouth, each spasm accompanied by a moan.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” His words vocalised his increasing tension as she brought him towards his climax.
His head tossed, fingers gripped her shoulder. “Oh… Oh… Aaaahhh… Fuck…”
She could taste his approach, feel it as well as hear it. Every sound he made told her that she had taken him to the brink.
“Oh fuck… Yes… Fuck yes… Ohhhh…” he moaned her name softly as he filled her mouth.
She held his load in her mouth, savouring its rich flavour before swallowing it down hungrily.
She sat back. He smiled at her. “Good girl!” he sighed. It was what she had longed to hear.
©Kilted Wookie November 2018