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abs. I could hear his breathing quicken. I
dug my nails in just a little, before I flicked my fingers over his nipples. 
He grunted again and shifted under me.  I could feel his hardness against my hip. 
    Slowly, deliciously, I slid down his
body.  My hand found his cock, and he jerked as though he’d been shot. He
didn’t stop me though. 
    I slid the rest of the way down and
turned my head between his legs. He opened them a little wider with a slight groan,
giving me plenty of room to work.
     The pungent scent of him was especially
strong near his balls.  I ran my nose up the little line that separated his
sack and inhaled again. God, I love that smell. He jerked and quivered;
I smiled in the darkness. I was about to give him a night he’d never forget.
    He was really gasping now. His hips
bucked under me as I ran my tongue slowly around his balls.   He put his hands
on both sides of my head and tried to pull me down on him, but I resisted.
    “Easy, gorgeous man,” I whispered. “You
have to be patient.”
    I cupped his sack gently in my hands as
I ran my tongue up and down the length of him.  His balls were full and heavy
with cum for me.  I was going to make sure I drained him of every delicious
drop.
    I knelt in front of him, gripped him
with both hands, and took him into my mouth, running my tongue around and over
the head of his cock.  He made the loudest sound I’d ever heard him make,
somewhere between a moan and a cough.   
    He flung his legs out straight, tipped
his hips up to me, and went limp, his head falling back against the arbor post.
He put one hand lightly, almost weakly, on the top of my head as I sucked him.
    I took my time with him. I got into the
rhythm ever so slowly, up, down, up, down, wet and warm. I fondled his balls as
I sucked him. He sounded like he was dying. I chuckled a little around him.
    I know the physical signs of a man
getting ready to explode. They get just a little harder, a little fatter in
your mouth; their balls draw up slightly into their body.  He wasn’t going to
be able to stand much more of me.
    I sat up just as I felt him pulse in my
mouth.  He cried out, his hips lifting off the deck as I jacked him; hot cum
shot out like a geyser all over his stomach and down my hand.  He collapsed,
his breathing hoarse and labored.
    I was really, really wet.  I
slipped my hand down between my legs, content to give myself a quick O. I never
had the chance. He jumped up on his haunches, grabbed me by the shoulders, and
pushed me down flat on my back.
    He was a quick study, my Micah. One hand
went unerringly to my pussy.  He dipped into my wetness, playing and pushing
over my folds.  His other hand lightly caressed a breast.  He dropped his mouth
down over mine just as I’d done to him the night before. Roman candles went off
in my head, sparks flew behind my eyes. It felt so fucking good . You can
bet it didn’t take more than a minute for me to arch my back in a screaming
orgasm myself.
    He was gasping. I was gasping. Holy
shit, what the hell was that ? I thought. 
    Pandora’s Box, indeed. I’d opened it,
alright. He didn’t want to let me go. He literally physically did not
want to let me out of his arms after that.
    We spent the night together in the
hammock, embraced in a tangle of limbs, smelling like sex. He gave me another
good going over with his hands and fingers, finally falling asleep with his
face buried in my hair. I drifted off into blissful slumber as well.

Chapter Nine
     
    The next morning we woke up, nearly strangled
ourselves getting out of the damned hammock, and had a breakfast of fruit,
fruit, and more fruit.  I was jonesing for a rib-eye or something.  French
fries.  Pizza!
    I wrapped the sarong around me, and we
walked to the pool. We played and splashed for what felt like hours.  He was
laughing out loud more and more. It was a delightful sound, and my heart soared
every time he did it.
    I’ve never believed in love at