Assignment # 4: Use your head

I really think Rob and I are starting to get good at this whole foreplay business now. No longer do we dive under the duvet and go straight for the main course. Rob is definitely getting more enthusiastic about the idea, and even seems slightly less nervous about the fact that our exploits are going to be published in the national press. Maybe that's because he feels he is getting better at it! Which he certainly is. I never realised sex could be so mind blowing before. And along the way I'm learning a few tricks of my own too…

Sunday morning sex. Is there anything quite like it? Half awake, snuggled up in bed, completely naked, the late morning sun peeping through the curtains, knowing that you have all the time in the world to make love. And that afterwards you can have a bacon sandwich.

However this Sunday, there was a hitch. If there is a down side to all of this slow sensual foreplay, it is that when you finally do get around to having sex you tend to be so wildly aroused that you fuck each others brains out. For hours and hours. So. This morning, I was feeling slightly – let's say – tender. Nothing bad, and nothing that a few hours rest wouldn't cure, but it was quite clear to me that Rob was not feeling quite as jaded as I was. The duvet was visibly rising next to me. Well. There are other ways to spend a Sunday morning after all.

One thing I have always loved about Rob is his smell. Even first thing in the morning, he smells delicious – a clean, tangy, slightly salty scent, completely intoxicating. I savoured it as I very slowly kissed my way down his body, nuzzling into his neck, sucking gently on his nipples. They do get erect you know – just like mine. I never really noticed before. I trailed my tongue slowly over his chest, with it's matting of dark hair, then lower, to his stomach, feeling him tense a little with anticipation. I could feel his erection pushing urgently against my breasts, but I decided to stay there for a while, enjoying the feel of his soft skin under my tongue, hearing his breath grow faster. I blew softly all over his stomach, then lower, down against the crease of his thigh. I licked there too, where the leg joins his body, then down below his ball sack where I blew again gently. He started to moan softly now, his penis twitching against my face, desperate to be touched. I let him wait for a while longer, before finally giving in and taking his balls in my mouth. I enveloped them in my wet, warm tongue, sucking very gently, then breathing in through my lips to let the cool air over them, before sucking gently again. As I did this, I let my fingertips trail slowly from below his balls down towards his anus, tickling a little with the very tips of my fingernails. Rob had almost stopped breathing by now – a sure sign that I was doing something right!

When I was satisfied that I had got him almost to boiling point, I raised my head and placed my lips just over the tip of his penis. My hair trailed over his skin, and he strained desperately to push into my mouth. I held back, blowing softly, then reached out with my tongue, and stared to lick wetly up an down the shaft. Up and down, up and down I licked, still not moving my lips, while his moans turned to groans, then when I was ready I plunged my head down hard, taking him all in, right down my throat as far as I could go. I held there for a few seconds as Rob cried out, adjusting to the size of him in my mouth. Then slowly I started to move my head up and down, from the base of his penis right to the tip, letting my tongue stray under his rim and dart quickly into the hole in the top. Gradually I got faster, enjoying his groans, loving the taste of him. I started to use my hand too, under my lips, gently fluttering my fingers as I moved up and down. He had swollen so big now I could hardly fit him all in, but I was loving it too much to stop. Just giving him so much pleasure was making me excited too – I could feel the insides of my thighs growing damp, and my nipples were like bullets. I moved so that Rob could take them in his hands, and he kneaded them more and more frantically as I moved faster. By now his penis was crashing so hard and so fast into the back of my throat that I could hardly breathe. One hard was squeezing by breasts, the other was clamped to the back of my head as he desperately fucked my mouth until finally a yelled out and rammed into me one last time, and I felt his hot, salty spunk flood my mouth. So much of it, it just kept on coming, until I couldn't quite hold it all and some spilled over my lips and onto my chin. The rest I swallowed, greedily sucking it from him, taking it all.

We both collapsed back onto the pillows, gasping for breath, our hearts thundering. The funny thing was, I fell almost as satisfied as I know Rob was. Sex is just as much about giving as taking, that's something I'm learning. And I love it.

Rob scooped me into his arms and held me tight against his chest, his face buried in my hair, as we both gathered our senses again. When my breathing returned to normal, I turned to face him and smiled lovingly into his eyes.

“Bacon sandwich?”