Being selfish …

Sally had picked up a few tricks over the years, too. One evening early on, we’d been talking about being selfish. Not worrying about your partner’s pleasure, just satisfying your own desire.
“What single thing gives you the most pleasure,” she asked.
“A really good blowjob,” I replied. “Occasionally – and it has only been occasionally – the experience can be overwhelming. Sometimes, I think it’s the closest I get to a female orgasm.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, when a man comes, it’s largely centred on his cock and balls. At least the physical part is. But sometimes, when I see a woman come, really come, it seems to engulf her. Take her over for a brief time; consume her; head to toe.”
“Oh yeah …”
“And that’s what I’ve felt from a few blowjobs. Complete ecstasy.”
“Only a few?”
“Yes. A handful in my entire life.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Of course,” I added quickly, remembering the oral pleasure we’d already shared, “they’re always good …”
She laughed.
“… but only a few have been that good.”
“Oh, you’ve just not found the right woman.”
I looked at her; her face set in an innocent expression. When I asked her what her selfish pleasure was, she’d jokingly said it was giving blowjobs.
Later that evening, she asked me if I remembered her saying she was proud of her oral technique. I did, at one of our dinner dates.
“Want me to show you what I can really do?” she asked, unbuttoning my trousers.

What followed aroused me now just thinking about it. She wouldn’t let me touch her. She got us both naked, pushed me back on the sofa, and knelt between my legs. What she then did with her mouth, tongue and lips was almost unreal. Forget those few times I’d told her about; this was in a different league.
She toyed with me, hardly using her hands at all. At first, she worked quite firmly, and I thought I wasn’t going to last two or three minutes. But she knew what she was doing. Exactly what she was doing. Once she got me worked up, she changed; light flicks, lingering kisses, licks, bites. One moment hardly touching me, others taking me as deep as she could. She brought me close, then slowed, then closer again. She was teasing me, edging me, amusement in her eyes, holding my gaze.
After fifteen minutes, I wondered how long this could go on. The sensations were incredible; spreading through my entire body. I was making noises I hardly recognised. I still don’t know what she did, but I came suddenly; my cum exploding into her mouth before I could warn her. She didn’t flinch; just stared into my eyes and carried on. I had to reach out and slow her down as the feelings became too intense. As I came down, she gently licked and sucked my cock, maintaining eye contact all the time.
Eventually, she climbed up me and gave me a long lingering kiss. I could taste myself on her lips.
“Sorry,” I said, “that caught me by surprise.”
She kissed me again.
“I know. That’s my special little trick. Works every time.”
Another long kiss. A wicked smile.
“Gives me what I want.”
I raised an eyebrow. She winked. Another long kiss.
“You were quite vocal,” she said softly. “Was that good?”
“The best fifteen minutes of my life.”
She chuckled. “Ooh, I can make it last longer than that. Much longer.”
I sighed. She was now sitting on my lap, our arms gently stroking one another.
“I’m not sure when I’ll recover from this one.”
“Oh, Marcus,” she said trying to look innocent, “have I sucked you dry?”
Yes. Yes, she had. And now sitting on my own thinking about it, I wished she was here. But she wasn’t. I’d just have to go to bed and see if I could ignore my lust long enough to get to sleep. I had an idea I might need some strength for whatever she had planned for the weekend.