We were in bed, and I was gently touching his balls, something I sometimes do when we're snuggled together and winding down for the night. It's relaxing for both of us, me getting settled in, knowing that my own arousal is not to be mentioned and can always wait one more day. For him, it's a nice sensation while he's winding down while reading something on his phone, or checking his schedule for the next day so he can mentally prepare.
One thing led to another and then I was touching his cock, softly, gently, and his pre-cum started to bead and drip down his cock.
"I think you need to lick that up."
I blushed, and of course I did. After a few more minutes of stroking, dripping, and licking, he put his phone down. His cock was quite hard.
"You need to finish what you've started."
I settled between his thighs as he sat up, a pillow behind his back against the headboard and went to work. Sometimes when this happens, he'll require me to get on my knees, keep them spread, and arch my back while I bend my head down to lick and suck his cock.
Tonight was much easier. I was allowed to lay on my stomach as I worshiped his cock with my mouth, throat, and tongue. He watched for a while, and then went back to his phone.
This means he wants a slow but thorough build-up, gentle licks and sucking and spending time all over, on the sides of his shaft, licking his balls. He wants it nice and easy, without too much pressure or speed. He doesn't want to be rushed towards orgasm. He wants to enjoy my mouth, sample the different sensations that I can provide his cock, until he's ready to finish.
I obliged, making sure to keep my tongue moving as I worked all over his cock and balls, happy in my service.
He'd noticed me moving my hips, humping the mattress a little. Sucking his cock always turns me on, and the orgasm control in our dynamic keeps me perpetually aroused. I know what this means, too. It means I can keep at it, but to watch myself and not get too greedy or too focused on my pleasure. And of course, not to even think about getting close enough to run the risk of having an orgasm without permission.
Orgasms in our household are largely reserved for the man of the house, as it should be. I am not allowed to ask for permission to cum, so I didn't. My husband knows how I am feeling, and he always knows best about when I should be given the privilege of an orgasm, and when I need to be denied. I never expect an orgasm anymore. When it is allowed, it's a gratifying, overwhelming experience that invokes a deep sense of gratitude in me. I know it's a treat, and not to take it for granted.
In this scenario, accidentally having an orgasm while servicing his cock would be severely punished. It means that I was focusing more on myself than on the cock in my mouth, which is disrespectful and selfish. It means that I had a total lack of self-control, which would be disappointing to both of us. And it would mean that he had to get out of bed, fetch the cane, and whip me before bed when he's just trying to have a calm end to his night before going to sleep, which would make me feel bad, and definitely make him grumpy.
Needless to say, I didn't push the envelope. I knew I was being granted major leniency by even being allowed to be lying prone and thus able to hump the mattress at all. I focused the vast majority of my attention on making sure I was pleasing him, and worshipping his cock the way he wanted.
Eventually, he wrapped up what he was doing on his phone. He put his hands around my neck, and began dictating the pace. Long deep strokes, real mouth fucking.
"Keep that tongue moving. I want to feel it."
It's hard to do while his cock thrusts in and out, but that's never an excuse not to do as I'm told.
"Suck harder, more pressure. That's it. Stay like that until I finish."
He's close, and it's a familiar rhythm as he moves in and out of my throat. I hollow my cheeks and make sure I'm sucking hard while he fucks my mouth.
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."
He comes with a grunt, so far down my throat that I don't even taste his cum.
"Hmm. Good job. Now I'm really sleepy."
He sends me to the bathroom to brush my teeth a second time, and then we settle back in, lights out. He likes to sleep with one arm over me. Everything is right and good.
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