MoUThGaSm

I miss it. I miss the way it grows in your pants when you get hard. I miss the way you grab it as it thickens; or you shift your legs to allow room for expansion. I miss the way you look at me when you want me to go for it. When you want me to reach for it. To pleasure you. I miss gazing at you as you walk towards me, hand on your crotch, my mouth watering in anticipation of it. I miss that hunger for it and being satiated to the fullest. I miss the excitement as I kneel in front of you, assuming the position to speak into the mic and show my adoration and love for it.

I miss the ease of your belt buckle loosening and your pants dropping, it facing a stand-off against my mouth. I miss dark chocolate stiffness rising at a 90degree angle from your thigh. I miss the first taste of it. The first peck on the tip followed by a sweep of my tongue across the eye and down the smooth ridges. I miss that heavy breath you take when I cover it whole with my mouth. Your hands on my head. Your hands on my shoulders. Your hands grasping my neck. I miss the way your pelvis moves against my mouth, a slow wine turning into a straight mouth-f**k. A mouthgasm.

I miss the mouthgasm you give when you grow in width and length in between my lips. The mouthgasm you give as you stroke into heat…into wetness…into pleasure. I miss the mouthgasm you give as I suck it like I’m trying to suck the beautiful blackness from it. I miss the mouthgasm you give as my tongue places long swirling strokes around the circumference of it. I miss the mouthgasm you give as my pussy throbs and swells and drips as slurping sounds provide easy sliding in and out of my mouth, faster and harder, wetness and movement creating ebb and flow.

I miss the grasp of your hands on me gradually becoming firmer, your body gradually growing more tense and it gradually becoming more rigid, blood swelling it to its fullest potential.  I miss my hands holding on to your tight ass, pushing you deep down my throat, filling my jaws with your balls, tongue teasing right below.  

I miss the point of no return. The moment after you’ve tried to stop me; after you’ve tried to move my head away from my drug before I’m high. The moment when it feels so good, you don’t want me to stop but you don’t want to give it up just yet. I miss the moment when you renounce your power and submit to the pleasure. The moment when you stop trying to move me away from it, but instead, hold me harder and tighter as you say fu*k it and you fu*k my mouth back. I miss the curses from your lips and the moans from mine.

I miss the release. The purge of built up stress, anger, frustration, exhaustion and lust; seeds unwanted but never wasted. I miss the tightness of your ass as you release warm milk down my throat, my body caught up in your orgasm as I savor my own orgasmic combustion.

I miss the calm. The last deep breath in and out of thorough consummation; the sigh of indulgence fulfilled.

I miss your mouthgasm.