As you fill me with your taste

I am lost in the moment.
The sounds, the smell,
the taste of you assaults my senses.

I listen to the soft growling noises you make,
they teach me your rhythm, your pleasure.

The musky smell of your sex fills my nostrils
and somewhere in there too I can smell my own arousal
rising from between my thighs to mingle with yours.

On my tongue there is the subtle hint of your taste
from those precious little droplets of your desire
but I want more.
I want you to come in my mouth.

Your hand on the back of my head,
your fingers curled into my hair,
making me moan around your cock.
You answer me with a moan of your own.

We are bound together
in our lust for one another.
I, the giver, you the taker.

The surroundings darken,
my focus is on this, you, us.

I let you guide my head,
but inside my mouth I twist and turn
and roll my tongue, licking, probing,
tightening, swirling around your shaft.

I open my mouth wider,
taking a deep breath as I do
and then close it again.

My lips tightly wrapped around the base of your cock
and I hold you there delighting in the feel of you
pushing against the back of my throat
as your cock twitches inside my mouth.

It is my need to breathe that makes me pull back
and I draw in much-needed oxygen through my nose,
again, the smell of us delights me.

I do it just how you like it, slow firm deep strokes.
I have made it my mission to get this right for you
and my reward is to feel you get harder,
to hear your breathing quicken,
to reach out and trace my fingers up your thighs
feeling the muscles tense beneath the skin.

I glance up, your head is thrown back, your lips parted.
I never tire of this view afford to me
when I am on my knees in front of you

The head of your cock swells
and I can feel the pulse of your orgasm
deep inside your shaft before the cum even hits my tongue.

Your fingers tighten in my hair
as the sensations wash over you
and I hold you in my mouth
as you fill it with the taste of you.