Hunger Renewed

 **The last of the crossposted “stories” from the other site.**

 They were laying in bed – the bed they’d shared for years now – her nuzzled into his shoulder for a sleepytime snuggle. It had been awhile since she’d snuggled him before sleep. What had once been a nightly routine had become utterly absent. But there’d been an upheaval recently and a lot had changed; anger had been released, resentment was easing away, closeness was creeping back in. And so she snuggled and they chatted quietly about inconsequential things.

Out of the dark came a few simple words.

“This would be much nicer if you were stroking my dick”.

Two months ago this would have been greeted with a snort or a smart comment, a “what’s in it for me” type comment.

Tonight, she slid her hand down to his flaccid penis and smiled.

It felt good in her hand. Soft and malleable, the skin silky and almost elastic in this state. The feeling of it thickening under her fingers as she toyed and squeezed and kneaded and teased was, as always, compelling and delicious. One of the most awesome feelings on earth, that thickening under her attentions.

She realized it had also been awhile since she’d taken the time to enjoy one of her favorite things, that making him go from a small, soft handful to a thick, throbbing thing that overflowed her hand and felt a bit like old velvet over steel.

It didn’t take long before she began to lick her lips as they talked and she idly stroked. Didn’t take long at all before her mouth began to water and the longing to taste that silky flesh made a small, tight knot in her belly.

And so she lifted the sheet and quickly scooted between his legs, fingers still working as she lowered her mouth.

For once her jaws didn’t ache with the TMJ, her nose wasn’t stuffed with allergies, her breathing was clear with no asthmatic wheeze…

And the feel of his beautiful, hard dick between her lips and along her tongue was enough to have her echoing his small sounds of pleasure.

It was a blow job. A simple, every day sort of blow job – unusual only in that he turned on the light to watch her and scooped the tangled hair from her face to keep it out of the way.

But it was unasked for, given freely, eagerly, because she was hungry for him and starved to please him.

Such simple things, such easy to give pleasure, so long unfelt they suddenly feel almost new again.

So long spent in resentment and hunger for other things, spent wallowing in anger at unmet needs, that she’d nearly forgotten the joy of a dick filling an eager mouth.

So beautiful to feel such keen hunger again, to not be eaten alive by selfish angst, to be fulfilled by his pleasure.