Devotional Sex 7: Worship

"You're such a good boy, aren't you, Tom?" cooed a sweet voice, thick with the promise of something more.

Tom felt a warm breath tickle the side of his neck as a delicate hand traced a line from his shoulder to his chest. He looked up into the sparkling blue eyes of the woman who owned his heart--and, at the moment, his body. Her blonde hair cascaded down in gentle waves, framing a face that could make even the most stoic of men melt. She was a vision of beauty, a contradiction of softness and power that left him utterly devoted to her every whim.

"Mm, I don't know," he replied playfully, his voice a low rumble. "Am I?"

Louise's lips curled into a knowing smile. "You are," she murmured, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft gently. "Now, tell me, what does my knight do when his princess wants something?"

Tom felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. The light pressure she applied was enough to make his precum bead and trickle down his length. He felt a warm glow of excitement run through his body. He really was in her hands again. Not knowing what will come next was a very exciting part of 'devotional sex'. Free of expectation he was free to ride the wave. He longed for her. To her pussy. He wanted to lick her so badly.

Her grip was firm, but not tight. It was a gentle reminder that she was in charge. Louise felt very relaxed. She enjoyed his throbbing rod in her hand. She felt adored by his arousal. His excitement for her. She felt the tension g of the week slowly drain out of her body. She was tired of all the arranging, all the taking care of everyone. Now she was snug in her knight's arms. Secure. For a moment not something or someone who wanted something from her, needed her, demanded something from her.

Tom gently stroked her buttocks and waist. She knew how Tom always admired her hourglass figure. She welcomed the caresses. She was still holding his cock without moving. His cock throbbed and she felt how aroused Tom was. But he didn't insist. She still couldn't always believe that Tom had put their sex life in her hands. She could not resist testing her knight. "Are you tired too?"

Tom felt his cock pulse in her hand as she whispered the words. It was strange, but it didn't annoy him anymore. In fact, it excited him. Her power over him was a thrill. She was still just holding him. He felt the weight of his own need, but he knew he could wait. He knew she could feel his desire, and somehow, that was enough. Before, Tom would have sighed, unable to hide his disappointment. But since 'devotional sex' he was much less concerned with himself, with his goal to cum. He remained relaxed. His cock remained so stiff and proud, still leaking precum. "Mmmmm, goodnight girl"

Her eyes searched his face, looking for signs of annoyance or frustration, but found only adoration and patience. It was a heady feeling, this power over him. She had never felt so desired and yet so in control. A lazy smile spread across her face. "You're so sweet," she murmured.

As she lay there, her hand still wrapped around his erection, she felt the tension of the day start to dissolve. The warmth of his body against hers, the steady beat of his heart--it all began to work its magic. The exhaustion that had clung to her like a heavy cloak began to lift, replaced by a gentle hum of desire.

She turned onto her back as she continued to lie against him. Her left hand still wrapped around his cock. Her right hand gently caressed her belly. Slowly upwards over her breasts. Her body was more aroused than she was aware of. Her nipples stiffened. She felt a warm glow shoot through her body as she gently pinched her nipples. It overwhelmed her how she often struggled so much to feel pleasure anyway. Her pussy was wet, her lips swollen. How nice an orgasm would be right now. Without too much fuss. And then sleep well.

Her hand slid down her belly. She felt the wetness of her pussy. Tom had not moved. Was he already sleeping? She didn't want to break the wonderful cuddle. She didn't want to ask. It felt like a violation.

So she decided to be subtle. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her chest rising and falling. She spread her legs slightly wider. She hoped he'd catch the scent of her arousal--a scent that had become so familiar to him.

Tom lay quietly, as if he was already asleep. For a moment she hesitated and just when she wanted to express her desires more explicitly with a soft moan, she felt his cock slowly stiffen, prancing like a horse. Tom did catch it.

He knew the way her breathing changed when she was turned on. He knew the smell of her arousal. It was intoxicating. He moaned softly in hopeful anticipation. A gentle squeeze around his cock encouraged him for another subtle step. Gently, he kissed her on her neck. Louise squirmed. Her right hand slid over his face and subtly pushed his head down.

Tom took it as the signal he was waiting for. He kissed his way down her body, her skin soft and warm. When he reached her breasts, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teasing it gently before giving it a playful nip. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and he felt her hand tighten around his cock. He suckled harder, enjoying her reactions.

Her body arched towards his, silently begging for more. Tom took his time, moving to her other breast, giving it the same loving attention. He felt her wetness against his thigh and knew she was close. He paused, looking up at her face, her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. The anticipation was palpable. He waited, his tongue hovering over her erect nipple.

Her hand tightened around his cock, urging him on. He knew what she wanted, but he also knew how much she enjoyed the slow burn of desire. Tom's kisses grew more insistent as he moved down her body, his tongue tracing a wet path along her collarbone and down to her cleavage. He took his time, savoring the taste of her skin. He circled one of her erect nipples with his tongue, feeling it harden even more under his attention. Then, with a gentle bite, he flicked it before switching to the other, giving it the same treatment. She moaned, her body moving restlessly beneath him, her legs shifting apart slightly.

The scent of her arousal grew stronger, and Tom felt his own desire spike in response. He kissed his way down her stomach, feeling the muscles tighten beneath his lips. He knew she was close, but he wasn't ready to give her what she truly craved just yet. He kissed along her inner thigh, his breath teasing the dampness of her folds. His heart raced with excitement, knowing the power she had over him.

He wants her to taking the lead. He longed for her strength, her horniness that would guide him. So that he could let go. He would do what she wanted. In that female dominance lay a freedom. Her pleasure would become his pleasure.

Her hand slid to the back of his head, her nails grazed his skin. It was a gentle urging, and Tom knew it was his cue. He kissed the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh and felt her shiver. His tongue danced closer and closer to her pussy, tracing circles that grew smaller with each pass. He could feel her growing impatient, her breaths becoming quicker, her thighs quivering.

Tom took a deep breath, savoring the sweet scent of her need. He knew she was on the edge, her body begging for release. With a smirk, he decided to tease her one last time. He kissed her inner thighs once more, his tongue swirling around her pussy but never quite making contact. Her grip on his cock tightened, and he knew she was trying to hold back, to not demand what she wanted.

"Please, Tom," she whimpered, her voice breathless with desire. "I need it."

He knew she was close, the muscles in her hand spasming slightly around his cock.

That was the demanding attitude he was waiting for. He was so longing for it. He dipped his tongue into her pussy, tasting her sweetness, feeling her shiver as she tried to keep still.

Tom kissed and licked her outer labia, enjoying the way she tasted and felt. He felt a strange power in this act of worship. Her grip on his cock grew firmer, her hips moving slightly in time with his tongue. With a gentle nibble on her clit, he felt her body tighten. Her legs trembled, her back arched off the bed, and she let out a long, shuddering moan as she came. The walls of her pussy clenched around his tongue, her hand squeezing his cock in rhythm with the pulsing waves of pleasure that crashed through her body. Her orgasm painting his face with her essence. As the intensity of her climax subsided, her grip on his cock loosened. She was utterly relaxed, her body a limp mess of satisfaction.

Tom lay down alongside her again, his face wet with her juices, his cock still standing tall and proud. He felt a deep connection to her in this moment. Her hand remained around his shaft, the warmth of her palm and her gentle squeezes keeping him aroused. As she caught her breath, her eyes fluttered closed, and a content smile graced her lips. Tom knew she was enjoying the aftermath of her climax, her body basking in the pleasure he had given her.

Her grip on him loosened slightly as her breathing evened out. He took the opportunity to kiss her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, each touch a silent declaration of his love and adoration. His cock throbbed, but the urgency had subsided. He was content to just be with her, to feel the rise and fall of her chest, the softness of her skin.

They lay there, entwined in the quiet darkness of their bedroom. The only sounds were their mingled breaths and the occasional creak of the old bed frame. The warmth of their bodies created a cocoon of intimacy, a space where the outside world couldn't intrude.

Tom's eyes grew heavy, his body succumbing to the comforting embrace of sleep. His hand remained cupped around her, his thumb idly stroking the sensitive spot just above her slit. He felt the warmth of her hand around his cock. He fought the urge to drift away, not wanting to miss a moment of this exquisite connection.

Her breathing grew deeper, more regular, as she sank into the embrace of slumber. Yet, even in her sleep, her grip on him didn't falter. The soft, rhythmic squeezes continued, a gentle reminder of her power over him. Tom's own arousal hadn't waned, his cock still standing tall, a testament to his unspoken need. He felt the sticky warmth of his precum smear between her fingers, the gentle jerks of his shaft a silent plea.

Although Tom also slowly slipped into deep sleep, his stiff cock remained rigid until the next morning and continued to leak precum into her hand with gentle jerks. He would wake up the next day in a completely fulfilled state, more desperate to cum and even more in a state of adoration and an urge of worship. He really was in her hands!