Have you ever thought about what it really means — to suck someone?
Not just the act itself, but what it says — what it gives.
To suck someone is to take their most vulnerable, most intimate part into your mouth — the place where you breathe, where you speak, where you nourish yourself. And yet, you open yourself and pull them inside.
She sucked his cock — and that’s not just a word for it. It’s his sex, his body swollen and heavy, drawn deep into her mouth. Her lips stretch wide, her tongue presses firm, and she swallows him deeper — taking him inside the same space where she breathes, where she feeds herself. She gives that up for him, lets her breath stutter and her throat tighten because she wants him there — to feel him throb against her tongue, to feel him swell thicker in her mouth as her lips pull the blood deeper into him. She’s not just making him harder — she’s building his pleasure, pulling it from him with every slow, wet drag of her mouth. His body is changing because of her — muscles tightening, his fingers digging into her hair — and she feels it all.
He sucked her nipples — warm and wet, his lips closing firm as he draws her deep inside his mouth. He latches on and pulls — not just teasing, but feeding from her. Because this part of her body — made to nourish, to comfort, to sustain life — is now being used for something else. Pure pleasure. And it’s working. She feels it rising, feels her nipples swelling under his tongue, her skin tightening, the ache building with every slow, steady pull of his mouth. He stays there, locked on, tongue flicking, teeth scraping, his breath breaking against her skin — and her body answers him.
He sucked her clit — and not just with his tongue, but with his whole mouth. His lips clamp down, sealing over her most private, sensitive place. There’s no air between them, just the wet heat of his mouth locked around her. And when he sucks, she feels it — deep, sharp, pulling her pleasure out of her like he’s drawing it straight from her core. Her clit swells inside him, tightening under his tongue in a way that makes her shudder. That feeling — that rare, unmistakable ache — she knows what it means. He’s got her now, locked in his mouth, sucking her deeper until her hips jerk and she’s breathless and shaking, feeling herself tighten and throb against him.
That’s what makes sucking so intimate — the willingness to take someone into the part of you that breathes, that speaks, that sustains you. To let their body swell inside your mouth, to feel them grow heavier, hotter, tighter because of you — to know you’ve taken a part of them into your body, and with nothing but your breath, your tongue, your hunger — you’re making them lose control.
You might have a preference.
Maybe you crave the feeling of being taken like that — of being the one who’s helpless in someone’s mouth, feeling your body throb and swell because of what they’re doing to you.
Or maybe you’re the giver — the one who loves the control, the power of making someone shiver and beg beneath your mouth.
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