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nearly as slow as I had last
night, eager to feel his cock against my tongue. He gasped and bucked toward
me. He wanted more, too. I closed my mouth around him, dropped my hands to his
balls to touch, to play gently with between my fingers. He responded by pushing
his hips toward me, to dig his fingers in my hair and pull me closer to him.
    I launched an attack upon him, eagerly sucking, wanting to
taste him and he rewarded my eagerness. It was salty like I’d remembered it,
not entirely unpleasant, and a part of me hungered for it in a way I didn’t
know myself to previously. I slid my mouth off him, licked him clean, and
dropped my head to his balls. I’d never done that, not with anyone else, so I
didn’t know how he’d react when I licked them each, took one between my lips
and kissed it and sucked gently.
    “ Shit ,” he gasped. I peeked up at him as he threw his
head back, made unsteady by my administrations. I wrapped my hands around his thighs,
felt the hard cut of his muscles where his thighs met his hips. I took the head
of his cock again between my lips again pushed him back into my mouth where he
belonged. He helped, began working his hips back and forth. I quickened my
pace, used his hunger to get him deeper and deeper into my mouth.
    I twisted my hand, drove him along the roof of my mouth
towards my throat.
    “So eager,” he breathed and stroked my hair back from my
face. When I sped up, he growled and sped up too. We were at it again, power
hungry and full of too much need. When I pushed him close to my throat and
moaned, he grabbed my head and pulled himself almost entirely free.
    He grabbed my head and held it still as if to regain his composure
and then shoved his member deep into my throat, until my lips could go no
further, until I gagged violently against his size and couldn’t breathe, but he
didn’t release until he was ready and then only to start taking my mouth with
abandon. I held onto his hips, licked eagerly every time he stroked my tongue,
and let him have me.
    “You’ll swallow it,” he growled. “You’ll swallow all of it.”
    I whimpered, looked up at him from where he held me still.
He sped up, pounding my mouth until I was sure I couldn’t take any more and
then buried himself shaft deep and let go with a cry. A shot of heat coated my
throat, my tongue and I obediently swallowed every drop and licked him clean
when he pulled out.
    He trembled under my fingertips, once again vulnerable in a
way he never was any other time in his life. He stroked my hair, my face, my
lips. He gazed down at me on my knees before him and I shuddered.
    “Good girl,” he said softly. When he stroked my cheek, I
didn’t pull away. “Stand up. Sit on the edge of my bed.”
    His bed. There was something sacred about him calling
it his bed instead of the bed . I sat down, not that my knees
could have held me anyway. I was trembling, eager to finally have him touch me.
My panties were damp and every inch of my skin sensitive enough to put me over
the edge on impact. Oh god, I needed him to touch me, to finish what he’d
started.
    He knelt at my feet and it was strange to see him paying me
homage like this. The hardness in his face, in the dark like this, was almost
entirely gone. He stared up at me and I wanted to kiss him very badly.
    “Don’t resist me,” he said, and for the first time it was
not as much a command as it was a plea.
    “God no,” I whispered.
    He pushed my knees apart, lowered a kiss to the inside of my
left knee. His lips were hot and wet and I shivered. I had to put my hands out
on either side of my hips to stay balanced. I didn’t think he’d make it to my
panties before I climaxed.
    He hooked his fingers on the hem of my skirt, pushed it up
as he kissed his way up the inside of my left thigh, then my right. I couldn’t
breathe, couldn’t open my eyes. The whole of me shivered and I could feel him
smile against my skin at the effect he was having on me.
    When he