by Kilted Wookie
Head back, eyes closed, he sighed a contented sigh as her lips slid down his length, taking his cock into the warm confines of her mouth. She knew what he liked, how he liked to be sucked; the pace, the pressure - she sucked his cock with a practised ease.
Content, for once, to be the passive partner, to let her take the lead, he allowed himself to relax, to enjoy the attentions of her mouth fully.
Her lips caressed, her tongue teased, her thumbs pressed the presure points inside his thighs that heightened his sensations.
The pressure grew. She sucked a little harder, moved her mouth a little faster; his breathing deepened and became more rapid.
She could taste his approach, feel the tension mounting in his groin. His soft moans turned to gasps as he thought to maintain an element of control, prolonging his pleasure.
He opened his eyes and looked down. Their eyes met and she returned his gaze. As he sank into those icy blue pools he released, filling her mouth, surrendering to her.
©Kilted Wookie February 2019