No Pres­sure

“I’ve had quite a bit of alco­hol tonight, so I don’t think I can come,” I mum­bled while weav­ing my fin­gers into her long, thick, black hair.

“That’s okay,” she responded, “I just love the feel of you in my mouth. I really want to taste you.”

The room was pitch-​black but I could hear the smile in her voice. I have come to asso­ciate that inflec­tion in her voice with a shy smile and a twin­kle in those green eyes. She really wanted me in her mouth.

We had stum­bled to bed at her place after vis­it­ing with friends and fin­ish­ing a few bot­tles of unfa­mil­iar but quite tasty Caber­net Sauvi­gnon. I was sleepy from the alco­hol but I’ll be darned if I turn down cock wor­ship so gra­ciously offered.

I sim­ply didn’t want her to feel dis­ap­pointed if I didn’t come, so with my alcohol-​related dis­claimer in place, I pulled her face to mine by her hair and said, “Alright, but no pres­sure,” and kissed her in the darkness.

“No pres­sure,” she echoed and scooted down while fling­ing the com­forter off me and made her­self com­fort­able over my limp cock.

A few, ten­ta­tive licks as a greet­ing, and then I was engulfed in gen­tle, heav­enly soft­ness, as if whis­per­ing, Come in. Deeper. Just let go. Relax and enjoy yourself.

No pres­sure.

No pres­sure, indeed. Even the slop­pi­est cunt will offer at least token resis­tance, and when I take her ass with no lubri­ca­tion there is quite a bit of resis­tance, but her mouth offers no resis­tance what­so­ever. There is noth­ing to do, noth­ing to accom­plish; there is just this instant sen­sa­tion of being engulfed, cra­dled. It is such a lov­ing, invit­ing, inti­mate, nur­tur­ing feel­ing being lost inside her.

I love her mouth. Truly and com­pletely. I remem­ber that, in the begin­ning of our rela­tion­ship, it felt like stick­ing my dick into a spool of barbed wire. Those teeth were every­where. I remem­ber think­ing, Good­ness gra­cious, the first time her teeth made my dick burn.

Ed’s note: “good­ness gra­cious” is in this case employed as what’s called “a euphemism” and was not the actual phrase that went through my head.

I would hiss, “Teeth! Watch the teeth!” to her and she’d blush pret­tily. Not that I made the job easy for her. I remem­ber one time early on when I was in her mouth and I was spank­ing her at the same time. Those lit­tle razor-​sharp teeth would chomp down on me with my blows and I would grit out through my teeth, “Continue.”

Heh, she actu­ally men­tioned it in pass­ing here, not real­iz­ing that the cold­ness in my voice was in part due to my own suf­fer­ing for my art:

…whim­per­ing around your cock as I tried to wig­gle away from the sting of your hand crash­ing down on my ass one after the other. You grab­bing me around the waist and forc­ing me to accept each blow as you coldly ordered, “CONTINUE.”

And as time went by, I would give her some hints in the inter­est of self-​preservation and the longevity of my appendage and—I’ll be darned—that girl learns quickly.

Incred­i­bly quickly.

One evening a month later she took me in her mouth and brought me to release. And I don’t know which one of us was more sur­prised. Long before I met her I had resigned myself to being an almost impos­si­ble nut to crack when it came to com­ing through oral stimulation.

But she did it again the next morn­ing, show­ing that it wasn’t just a fluke. And she would show it again and again and again in the days and weeks to come.

That day, the girl with the smil­ing green eyes walked around with my seed on her breath, smug like the cat that had swal­lowed the prover­bial canary. The Cheshire cat had noth­ing on her that day.

Any­way. Back to last night.

“Good girl,” I heard myself mum­bling as I felt her throat open­ing up to take me in all the way. My hand found her head and pet­ted her silky hair while her tongue danced around my cock deep inside her. My hand on her head made her sink down the last frac­tion of an inch.

I could feel her lips tense around me in a way that I have come to asso­ciate with her smil­ing and, pulling back bit to breathe for a few sec­onds, she cooed back, gen­tly vibrat­ing my sen­si­tive glans and mak­ing me invol­un­tar­ily push back in.

I breathed a sigh of relief, grasped her neck and pushed the girl down and held her down, nose and lips mashed to my crotch. Relax­ing com­pletely and offer­ing no resis­tance, she took every­thing I had to give her into herself.

And I poured my entire being into my girl’s soft, invit­ing warmth.

Where there’s no pressure.

Where I belong.