When I Take Every Last Inch

Above me my lover reaches for me, gently his hands settle on my head and caress my hair, feeling the bobbing of my head as I focus on the goal at hand which is taking all of him.

Every. Last. Inch.

I don’t know how long I’ve been on my knees for him and I don’t know how close I’ve gotten because I’ve kept my eyes closed, as if not seeing can somehow keep the denial a little more real. As if the feel of him on me and the thrust of him into my mouth isn’t enough. The heat and the taste and the hard solidity of him isn’t real, but it’s real to me.

This is all a dream but I’m in control and I’ve never had that before. I know that I am making this happen, that I am learning and giving in and tying into a part of myself that I never imagined was a real thing, that I never even considered.

But god right now it’s good enough to ignore all the rest of it and just focus on taking his cock.

Sliding in and feeling him pressing on my tongue, at the back of my throat. Pulling back and gasping for air before pushing forward again, before using my hands to guide my lips down the length of him and feeling the slickness of my spit like a depth mark on his hard and rigid rod and coming closer, coming so close that I know he’s close as well and I know he’s throbbing and pulsing and ready to explode.

But my imaginary lover has so much stamina. He isn’t going to cum until I’m good and ready for him.

My frustration rises as I realize how close I am but how stubbornly I can’t get that last little stretch. He keeps pushing at the back of my throat and my body keeps on revolting against it and I can’t will myself to break through. I can’t will myself to go that little bit further.

Frustration breeds determination and I hold fast at the head of him, taking a deep breath and willing my whole body to relax before I open and slowly part my lips around him, sliding my hands from the shaft of him to his thighs and then his hips and then around to his ass, using him like an anchor as I slide forward.

Fast. Sudden. Hard.

Jamming myself onto him and feeling him fill me until my body reacts and I pull back but I don’t let myself fall off this time I rush forward again instead. Again and again and again in a rapid succession as I **** myself past my reservations and take myself further than I’d ever gone before and in my hands I feel his ass tense and then on my lips I feel the solidity of his base.

I’ve taken him. I’ve taken all of him.

And I can feel him in my throat, cutting off my air and making my head go dizzy and I can feel him throbbing, pulsing inside of me. I can taste and feel nothing but him and my whole body shakes and shivers until he breaks with a growl, grabbing and dragging me back.

Gasping I fall from him and my lips remain parted, my drool dripping down my chin and dropping to the ground below me and I smile half-dumb from my achievement as he lines up and thrusts forward again.

Now that I’ve trained myself on him it is so much easier for him. Now that he knows I can take it all he doesn’t hold back.

Both hands gripping my head and my own hands falling from his ass to my knees as I kneel passive and let him fuck my mouth. He pumps into me, using me like a hole for his pleasure and I shudder from it, loving every last moment of it.

My whole body is on fire, my lungs and my skin and my belly burning with need. He takes me hard and ragged and yet gives me time for air, gives me time to relax and smile before he uses me again.

And it happens over and over and I lose all sense of time and bit by bit my whole body gives way to a tingling fire that spreads over my skin and then settles in the heart of me. Not in my chest but in my loins and in my belly and then, when he pulls back, I finally beg him for it.

“Fuck me. I need you inside me now.”

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