Worship can consume. Can overtake. The act of giving yourself over to be consumed is the ultimate surrender. Sometimes worship means more than kneeling on the floor, begging for the chance to be approved of. Accepted. 

There are no conditions for devotion. You will be praised simply for existing.

 I always thought that existing was enough of a reason, anyway. It never made sense that there were so many hoops to jump through to gain adoration. I will see you fully. Every inch of your skin is a blessing and I will treat it as such. 

The soft curve of your inner thighs feels like heaven as it brushes my face. Your legs splayed out on the soft, orange comforter. Surely this is paradise. I am ready to pray. A whine escapes your lips and I know that you are ready to receive me. 

 The heat of your body against mine kicks my heart rate up another notch. The sigh I release is one of absolute contentment and it blows softly against the delicate skin of your vulva. You squirm. I watch the beauty of your shape. Memorizing the way you move only helps me pleasure you more.

You’ve moved further up the bed, so I follow, saliva already pooling in my mouth. I quickly tie my wavy hair up on my head. Even one distraction from my goal is too much. We lock eyes for a brief moment. The desire burns in your eyes, begging me to consume. I am happy to oblige. 

Sliding between the length of your legs, I position myself so close I can feel the heat of your arousal. Wanting the moment of need to stretch longer I glance up at you, a smirk making it clear you will just have to wait. I kiss, slowly and intentionally, across your left thigh. The velvety, blonde hairs there welcome my lips. A growl claws up your throat, the rumble of impatience increasing my hunger. 

Making it to your hips, so full and delicious, I begin to lick. When my tongue caresses your salty skin, you tense. I sense that you want me to move faster. I continue to take this journey slowly. Remember that my worship is about enjoying every single part of you. Neglecting even the lines of your hip bones would not be the reverence you deserve. 

Minutes pass, your noises are becoming fevered. With each lick and nibble closer to your labia, my excitement builds. I am finally here. Tracing the crease between your majora with the tip of my tongue. You gasp, the shock of my tongue inside you is more than you can handle. I dive deeper into your wetness. 

The taste of you is overwhelming and I resist lapping at it like a lesser lover. I take my time filling my mouth with your pleasure. Your moans are loud now. This encourages my movements. Reaching a hand down you grasp the top of my head, pressing my face further into you. Dangerous desire is raging inside me. Your approval of my explorations is everything I wanted. I know that you feel adored, taken care of. 

As the wildness of your exultation builds, I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking it into my mouth. You buck, thighs pressing against the sides of my head. Not wanting the buildup to be lost, I keep the pressure of my sucking steady. 

Sliding two of my fingers inside you, I curve them skywards to find your heaven. You call out for God but this doesn’t bother me. I am eager to feel you clench around my hand. The name you scream is not important. Your body convulses again, the pressure of your thighs building to an almost uncomfortable level.

 One strong undulation and the sweet rush of your orgasm fills my mouth. Finally, you relax. This is when I will lick up the cum that my worship brought forth. You are sensitive, skin reddened from my sucking. I tease your swollen clit so gently and you growl again in frustrated satisfaction. Wanting to memorize the look on your face of pure bliss, I watch you. Your eyes are closed and a small smile graces your lips. Sweat beads on your stomach and across your breasts, appetizing to my starving mind. 

You are beautiful. Ethereal in your openness and comfort. The scent of you coats my face and fills my nostrils. I could take this smell in forever. Lovingly, I think of how this is proof of my adoration, my devotion. You sigh once more, delicate chest heaving in contentment. Idolizing you was so easy and I wonder why others have failed to do it before me. 

The peak of my desire has been reached now. I cannot wait any longer to finish, the need is choking all other thoughts from my mind. Your legs are still splayed open, allowing me to easily suck your clit back into my mouth. A sound of surprise bubbles inside you but doesn’t get the chance to escape.

 I bite down, feeling the tissue and muscle condense underneath my teeth. You thrash, attempting to escape my praise of your body. I have a firm hold of your legs so you don’t go far.  The metallic tang of blood coats my tongue. My appetite surges. I am losing control.

 It takes just a bit of pressure to detach your swollen clit from your body. I marvel at how simple it was as I chew. Blood pulses from you, mingling with the wetness and coating the comforter. You are screaming now, calling out for God again. I almost feel sorry that this God does not answer. There is just me. It will always be me. 

I am going to worship you in the most intimate of ways, my love. By devouring.