There’s a beautiful moment your tongue has come around the stiff, soaked, velvety head. When that first drip of salty fluid touches your tongue, you want to stay. You don’t want to go back down again.
I want to stay here and suck.
You know that he expects certain things. This is for him. Down you go. You taste for the fluid to mix. With no sign, you s.u.c.k.
Give it to me.
Up again to the head.
If I could just stay here. Lick here… and here …and here.