They’d been sending emails back and forth now for a month and change; content ranged from light small talk, verbal illustrations of favorite sights, and of course sex. Sex, by most peoples’ standards, but to them it was much more. It was a chance to fill a void, to share something very personal and fulfilling. It was animal sex, and they fucked like the wildest of the wild over the phone. He knew every inch of her body and she of his, yet never a hand touched the searing hot skin of the other; never a tongue lingered to taste the essence of their sex. Each knew what the other craved. Each knew what to say to enflame acute arouse in the other. There were no limits - only discovery. Nothing was out of bounds, anything was fair game to request, and earlier that day she’d made one that thrilled him to the core.

They’d been small-talking for several minutes before she set him on fire. "I want you to jerk off for me."

"Now? I'm at work. I sit in a cube and..." he began to protest.

"No silly. Do it tonight. Stroke that gorgeous cock of yours while you think about me kneeling between your legs and swallowing it over and over until you come in my mouth. Close your eyes and fuck my pretty little mouth until you come."

His cock twitched with anticipation, requesting at least a squeeze. "Oh God, I could do that just listening to you describe it."

She was getting hotter too, and the power of her lust added huskiness to her voice. "And something else. I want you to write about it. Write one of your stories about me sucking you off and describe what you’d feel. Put me in your head so I can come with you when you’re jerking it. Come for me, baby and write me a story about it. Pretty please? That’d make me so hot.”

She paused to clear her throat. "I'll read it over and over, imagining your cock’s filling my mouth. That’d make me come so hard. You know I want it. I want it in my mouth...want you to fuck me with it. C’mon, fuck my sweet mouth, lover."

* * *

It was late in the evening before he could give any attention to her request from earlier that day. Upon her confession she’d bring herself to orgasm while reading his writings, he’d been distracted to the point of useless for the better part of the day. His cock began to stir in his pants every time he thought of her mouth devouring him. The power of her suggestion, and knowing she was greatly aroused by thinking of his satisfaction, made him crazy with desire.  

Masturbation was his outlet to sexual frustrations he lived with in his world. Divorced, living alone, consumed by his work and unwilling to troll bars and pick-up joints for his release. It sounded to him that his lover shared similar self-inflicted satisfaction. Thoughts quickly drifted to her as he imagined her falling into a shuddering climax, her head imagining wishing his hands and mouth were her instruments used to deliver the touches releasing her. This time it was his turn to be selfish; his turn to take without hesitation or guilt. Thoughts of her hands slipping into his pants to caress him, exploring every inch of him, knowing her mouth watered for the taste of him; his arousal was instantaneous.

Lying on the couch in a darkened room with the only light coming from the glow of his laptop, he stroked evidence of his desire that stirred beneath soft cotton flannels. The room was warm and quiet; his computer added the only element of distraction as the fan and hard-disk whirred together with a soft whisper of permission. He lay back on a couple pillows, stretched out full length, both hands lightly massaging strong thighs and occasionally brushing against his manhood. Imagination replaced his hands with hers; releasing a deep sigh through parted lips. She knew exactly how to touch him. Her touch choreographed his want.

She’d talked before about how badly she wanted to kneel in front of him and deliver oral pleasures he enjoyed immensely. Her description of taking him slowly and deeply into her mouth drove passion within him to a rapid boil. It was time to manage peaking lust despite his body demanding otherwise. This time would be their first, just like he’d fantasized many times; their first time to share sweet oral pleasures, and he wanted it to last forever. Hunger was intimated to him many times, enough hunger for him to know she’d take him completely, giving him permission to enjoy her mouth until he reached completion. There would be no hesitation on her part and no holding back when he released into her. He knew she wanted him to come in her mouth, and he knew she wanted him to want it. The desire she’d described for him was graphic and conveyed a hunger that twisted his insides with a rush of arousal every time he thought about it. She wanted him to use her mouth, to fuck it the way he wanted it. Any way he wanted it was fine as long as she could taste his penis.  

As he drifted with his thoughts of her he flexed, causing his erection to move against the soft cotton of the flannel pajama bottoms. Sensation spiked as the material slid gently against the sensitive satin of his foreskin. He throbbed, pulsing in rhythm that reflected his heartbeat. All he could think about was her kneeling down between his legs as he lay on his back, her knees forcing his legs apart. The feeling of her taking what she wanted brought the ache in his manhood to a more urgent level, demanding he finally touch himself.

Temptation overran restraint, shoving patience and discipline aside, and his hand slipped under the waistband of the flannels. A battle raged to grab his cock and plunge into a fiery finish, but he fought it, resisting ordinary. He had to pass it up what he could have any time and savor the sweetness of a mouth meant to please only him.

The skin of his lower belly flinched as he traced gently downward toward his swollen manhood. His mind yielded and coaxed gentle fingertips to find him. She was in his head. Fingers belonged to her. With a feather’s touch she traced upward from the base of his rigid shaft toward the head, fingertips lingering on the sweet spot right under the swollen tip. She knew perfection; he’d described exactly what it was. She found the spot where he wanted her tongue to caress him, licking small slow circles around the sensitive underside over that silky sweet spot. A strong hand encircled his thickness and squeezed for the first time, answering urgent calls of a lust that screamed at him to hurry. His breath caught in his throat when she squeezed him again with measured precision. Every time she squeezed, he rewarded her with reflexive swelling from base to tip.  

His cock was perfectly suckable, and he knew she’d revel in how completely he’d fill her mouth. They’d talked about it many times. She knew his shape; her hands had explored all of him knowing he offered a good handful - and an even better mouthful. Sensations of her velvety wetness enveloping him drove his lust still higher. He wanted her to make love his cock, treating it as her suck toy, to use him as a device to bring her to total bliss. All that mattered was being inside of her, her mouth, her pussy, feeling her stretch around him, accepting the girth of all that was male about him. He needed to feel her contracting on him, fucking and sucking him as violent orgasm thrashed at her insides. Another squeeze and the ache for penetration flared, making him crazy with want. Still, his hand resisted the urge to stroke to completion.

He removed his shirt, the soft material drawing sparks of static, nipples taut and tingling with pressure of his arousal. He laid back and returned his attentions to the pounding hardness between his legs. With slow deliberation, he urged her to encircle his cock with her hands, willing light strokes, teasing underneath. Arching hips upward, he thrust his cock into the night, his hand gripping the base of his cock, wanting, searching for the hot, wet insides of her mouth willing her to go down on him, swallowing him completely. The silence in the room echoed with muffled moans and a satisfied hiss as she exhaled deeply through her nose, her mouth completely filled with him. He flexed hard for her, trying to hold the reflex greedily clinging to the peak of sensation, coaxing her tongue to move against his shaft. Again she moaned for him, thrilling at the sensation of his flesh and his lust alive in her mouth.

His own moan escaped as he succumbed to the images. He remained arched as he squeezed again, feeling the reflex action of his cock pulsing hard against the added sensation of pressure. A slow and very slight pumping motion painted the image of her gulping him down and refusing to withdraw. She suckled him deeply into her throat. The intensity of her hunger made him gasp. Never had a woman shown this degree of want. Never had a woman asked for his cock, telling him she needed him in her mouth so she could pleasure herself through him. God, how he wanted her.

His motion persisted as he slowly increased pressure of his upward and downward strokes, recreating her lips and tongue. The end was near. Best intentions to prolong his pleasure demanded he stop and enjoy sensations swirling through him, yet momentum of his arousal said otherwise. It was time to fly from the edge, plunge every shred of himself deeply into her mouth scream his release, relishing waves of pleasure as she gulped him down.

Imagery and sensation overwhelmed him, and as his orgasm exploded violently. Rigidity streaked through his spine as contractions spasmed in his loins. A hot stream of come surged out of him with intense power, striking him under the chin. Another hard contraction followed and another as a glistening ribbon of his essence coated his chest and belly. The intensity of his orgasm was reflected the numerous times he’d been aroused earlier in the day while thinking about this moment. Countless erections denied earlier had come to resolution in a blinding orgasm at her insistence. Her presence and her desire filled him as his head lolled from side-to-side in the depths of ecstasy, frozen in one final thrust; never flinching and never backing off as a mutual want consumed them both.

After three pulses, he stilled his hand, squeezing softly after each fading contraction, urging the sensations to continue. If his timing was right, he’d come again almost immediately. Another second passed, he urged his body, coaxing her to keep him in her mouth, to keeping sucking him. Slow movements brought the reward as another wave swelled up, signaling him to quicken the pace. Instantly, contractions started again. Fresh waves of ecstasy ripped through him. More come wound up on his belly, this time with less intensity, but more electric as he arched into her, riding the waves that followed. His breath hissed through his nose, jaws clenched, lips pressed tightly together, eyes closed so her could see her, watch her take his come greedily a second time.

The warm leather of the couch wrapped around him as he relaxed into it, both arms lay back over his head. He was spent. She’d taken him completely. The dimness of the room greeted him when he finally opened his eyes. She was gone. Her mouth had disappeared. She no longer knelt between his legs, yet he could feel her lips still caressing him, unwilling to let his softening cock slip away. Sleep threatened to press him deeper into the couch. He had to fight it off. There was one more thing he needed to do. Using his t-shirt, he wiped himself off and slipped into his chair to open a new document. His breathing was still ragged as he sat there amazed at what just happened, staring at an empty blank page. Her mouth was given as a gift, and her presence overwhelmed him. Now it was his turn to give a gift in return.  

"It was a dark and stormy night, perfect weather for having his cock sucked. It was something they both wanted. Quite honestly, it was hard to tell which of them wanted it most..."