The magic of a slow blowjob

Let me tell you about the sweetness

Of soft, nourishing, and tender love

Of climbing into bed

In early evening, just after sunset

And winding skin together

Of whispers about the future

Excitement

Of climbing on top, body pressed against body

Holding his gaze

And saying you are the best man I know.

 

Let me tell you about the magic of a slow blowjob.

Of the way it begins, with the mist of compliments

With the gentle kisses and belly licks

With taking deep inhales of chest hair

With pouring love into his cock

Before it’s even touched.

 

Letting lifetimes go by, with how long you are willing to take.

 

Luxuriating in it.

Feeling the exquisite softness

The slow throb

Swimming in your own wetness,

The pleasure of saliva

Moving on lips

 

Pausing, to let the energy slow

To say I love you so much.

To feel your heart reaching out and connecting with his body,

interlocking, forever tied.

 

Let me tell you about the nourishment men need.

About the depths in his body your slow love touches

Never

Speeding

Up.

 

Never

getting

impatient.

 

Only the constant blend of hands, balls, spit, head

Gentle.

 

Your tender heart

 

Not letting him get too close to going over

Feeling into his body

as if you were one.

 

Let me tell you about not rushing to the end.

About the slip of a finger into a crack

About the cradling of him

This external heart

In your hands

 

Surrendering completely to this moment.

 

Slow.

 

Let me tell you about an orgasm from this place

The cresting over

And how the wave doesn’t end for a long, long time

How his body will shudder and he will moan

How his legs will shake

Tears will fill

And he will feel safe to receive.

 

Let me tell you about staying so in tune with his body

that you know exactly what is happening.

How you can keep moving your mouth

Keep him riding this endless, sweet wave

And how eventually he will make a little sigh

Not because it became too much

But because the wave is slowing.

And you will be still.

Swallowing what you have been holding, savoring for minutes.

Still moving your mouth

Still feeling him ride

 

Let me tell you about laying your head on his tummy

Kisses on hipbones

Feeling tremors through his thighs

Hearing more I love yous

Wrapped in gentle pools of the moment.

 

Men need to be loved like this too.

The slow

Patient

Invitation to open.

No goal.

 

Just an invitation to feel more deeply

The energy

of this moment.

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