Throat of Ecstasy

In the soft glow of the bedroom, I’ve been anticipating this moment all day. The anticipation has been building, a slow, delicious torment that has left me aching with desire. Now, as he stands before me, his body silhouetted against the dim light, I drop to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest. I look up at him with eager eyes, my lips parted in anticipation. He’s already hard, his cock standing proud and thick, a promise of the pleasure to come.

I reach out, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat and the pulse of his arousal. He’s velvety soft to the touch, yet rock hard beneath, a tantalizing contrast that makes my mouth water. I lean in, my tongue darting out to lick the sensitive underside, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that has already formed. He shudders at the touch, his hands fisting at his sides, and I can see the effort it takes for him to remain still.

Taking him into my mouth, I feel him hit the back of my throat almost immediately. I relax, taking a deep breath through my nose, and push down further, feeling him slide down my throat. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort, but it’s a feeling I crave. I can feel him hitting my stomach, the warmth of him spreading through me, and I look up at him with tears streaming down my face. The sight of me, tears glistening on my cheeks, my lips stretched around him, seems to drive him wild. He groans, his hands reaching down to tangle in my hair, gripping tightly.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting gently at first, then with more force. I relax my throat, letting him use my mouth for his pleasure. I can feel every inch of him, the veins, the ridges, the pulsing heat of him. My own arousal is building, the wetness between my legs growing as I take him deeper and deeper. The sound of his moans fills the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurs me on.

I can feel his grip tightening in my hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He’s hitting the back of my throat with each stroke, and I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my stomach. I swallow, the muscles in my throat constricting around him, and he lets out a guttural moan. The sensation seems to push him over the edge, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing as he releases into my throat. I swallow, taking every last drop of him, my own body shuddering with the intensity of the moment.

As he pulls out, I take a deep breath, my throat raw and sore, but the feeling is one of satisfaction. I look up at him, my lips swollen and wet, my cheeks flushed with arousal. He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire and something more, something tender. He reaches down, helping me to my feet, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. I smile, leaning into his touch, my body still humming with pleasure. I know that this is just the beginning, that there’s so much more to explore, to experience. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.

As we stand there, our bodies pressed together, I can feel his cock stirring again, already hardening against my stomach. I look up at him, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “Again?” I ask, my voice a sultry purr. He grins, his hands roaming over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts.

“Yes,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “But this time, I want to taste you. I want to feel you come apart in my mouth.”

I shiver at his words, my body responding instantly to his touch. He leads me to the bed, his hands never leaving my body, his touch setting me on fire. As we lie down, our bodies entwined, I can feel the heat between us, the promise of more pleasure to come.

He starts at my neck, his tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone, his teeth nipping gently at my skin. I arch into his touch, my body begging for more. He obliges, his mouth moving lower, his tongue circling my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I moan, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body writhing beneath him.

He continues his journey downward, his tongue tracing a path down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, the anticipation building with each inch of skin he reveals. As he finally pulls them off, I’m left bare and exposed, my body open to him, my desire on full display.

He starts at my thighs, his tongue tracing a path up to my center, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. I shiver, my body trembling with anticipation. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then he leans in, his tongue parting my folds, tasting me for the first time. I moan, my hips bucking off the bed, the sensation overwhelming.

He takes his time, his tongue exploring every inch of me, his fingers joining in, teasing and tormenting. I can feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge. He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more insistent, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers thrusting inside me.

I come with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out my orgasm, his touch gentle yet insistent. As I finally come down from my high, he looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal, a satisfied smile on his lips.

But he’s not done yet. He flips me over, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance. I can feel him, hot and hard, ready to take me. He enters me slowly, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. I moan, my body adjusting to the intrusion, the pleasure building once again.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me. I can feel every inch of him, the friction building, the pleasure intensifying. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m close again, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

He seems to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, his cock thrusting deeper, his fingers working my clit with expert precision. I come with a cry, my body convulsing around him, my muscles milking his cock. He follows soon after, his body tensing as he releases into me, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm.

As we lie there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. This is what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been dreaming of. And it’s only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore, so much more to experience. And I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.

He rolls off me, his arm draped over my body, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. I turn to him, my body pressing against his, my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, a comforting rhythm that lulls me into a state of relaxation.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice soft and sleepy.

He chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my ear. “The pleasure was all mine,” he replies, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I smile, my eyes fluttering closed as sleep begins to claim me. But even as I drift off, I know that this is just the start. There’s so much more to come, so many more adventures to explore. And I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.