Or, better yet...

Just from sucking on her. Just from the taste of her in your mouth. You would love to be on your knees as you suckle her. As you feel her squirt, your balls getting tense, but that's not happening yet.

Indeed, she's slowly, slowly pulling out. You feel yourself get a little emptier, your insides twitching with pleasure until all she leaves in you is just the head. Just the tip. She leans over you. You feel your rear entrance being held open by her dripping pre-cum coated cock-head.

And she says to you, "Now, do you want me to keep going?"

You whimper and wonder what it is that she wants you to say and then she explains, "If you ask me to fuck you a little more, I'll let you suck me after."

And those are the only words you need to hear. "... I'll let you suck me..." That's the most important thing. Sucking on her is the most important thing.

"Fuck me more!" You utter as you arch your body. You feel the pleasure rise within you. You have to do whatever it takes to get more of her taste into your mouth. To get more of her, into you. The promise of her cum sliding into your mouth is, oh so memorable. Yes, Oh so good.

She slides her cock back inside you, filling you again, and again. Slapping her hips against your buttocks, over and over. You continue to feel your tight rear gripping her shaft, feeling that intense pleasure as it slides in and out, hitting just the right spots when she starts to pull it out further again. Leaving just the tip inside for a moment, and even then she pulls that out with a pop and you push back against her, feeling the curve of her length sit between your buttocks. Waiting.

She reaches for a nearby towel. You feel her brushing it over herself and wiping the lubricant clean from your rear. She orders you "On your knees, now"

You find yourself following immediately and yet she walks away. You watch the swaying of her buttocks as she walks over to a nearby sink and you hear the rushing of water as she begins wetting the towel. You feel the slightly cool moist towel as she runs it up and down her shaft. It's a sudden change from your warm and accepting rear, but at this moment all you can think of is the anticipation of having that wonderful cock within your mouth. She keeps you waiting while she cleans up until she finally begins to return.

And when she returns she places both hands on either side of your head and she presents her cock before you, which is still rock hard. She points it towards your lips. She takes one hand off your head and begins to stroke herself... groaning.... grunting. Pressing forward into you. She moans loudly, pulling you onto her. Letting you taste her, cleaned up, the taste of smooth clean flesh. She thrusts into you, letting it fill your mouth. Letting it fill your head. You need this. You want this. You will always pursue this. This sucking. This kneeling. It's too perfect not to.

And as you taste her, as you let her fill your mouth, your throat, your cheeks, your brain, your world, you can only grunt with satisfaction. Your mouth is too full to say anything else. This is heaven. This is perfect.

You taste her, committing that taste to memory. Letting that idea of her taste send you closer to the edge. You always wanted this, now you need it. Now that you've had it, you need it. The memory of this kind of fun, this kneeling, this suckling, as you look up and see her breasts bouncing, sweat dappled above you, as you feel your cheeks pull inward, sucking her like a vacuum. Making her groan, she's so close to the edge because you are so close to the edge.

You feel the inevitable release from your balls as the cum is finally set free. You can feel it travel up your cock. The swelling as it fills it until you taste the first droplets of cum as they emerge into your mouth. You groan, your eyes close. She grips your hair once more "YES!" as she slips over the edge.

A spurt of hot cum paints your tongue, and you swallow. The salty fluid sliding down your throat. Filling you, making you ache for more. And you drink more as spurt after spurt, filling your mouth, your cheeks, washing it down your throat. Yes! That flood of orgasm flows through you as you swallow, filling that need within you. To suck, to serve, in whatever way that cock needs to be served. You want to do this, because by doing it, you get to suck. And you need to suck. You crave to suck.