Cocksucking
Cocksucking is how I tell him he matters. I don’t rush it. I never have. Last night I waited until he was settled on the edge of the bed, then I sank to my knees between his legs and just looked at him for a moment. My hands rested on his thighs. I smiled the way I only smile for him. Then I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock like it was something precious. That first soft press of my lips always makes his breath catch. I love that sound.
I took my time. Slow licks along the underside, gentle sucks at the tip, the kind of attention that says I am in no hurry and neither is he. Every time I looked up, I held his eyes. That is the real heart of cock worship for me — not just the wet heat of my mouth, but the way I make him feel seen while I do it. I hummed around him when he got thicker. I slowed down when he got close. I wanted him to stay right there, floating in the feeling that nothing else in the world existed except my mouth and his cock.
When I finally took him deeper, I did it with both hands wrapped around the base so I could control every inch. I bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowed, tongue working the underside on every upstroke. He kept saying my name like a prayer. I kept going until his thighs started to tremble under my palms. Only then did I let him finish, swallowing everything while I looked up at him the whole time. Afterward I stayed on my knees, resting my cheek against his thigh, still holding him gently while he caught his breath. That is what good cocksucking feels like when it is done with real care — he leaves feeling like the most important man alive.
Some nights we are apart and I give him the same attention over the phone. Phone sex lets me describe every slow lick, every soft suck, every moment I would be looking up at him if I were there. I make him stay still and just listen while I tell him exactly how I would worship his cock if he were in front of me. The connection is still there. The devotion is still there. He still ends the call feeling chosen.
If you want to feel what it is like to be the only man in the room while someone takes her time with you, you already know where to find me. Come soft. Leave feeling like you matter.
— Roni