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He frowned. "Gwen. You just had a really rough day-"

"I don't want to talk about that," I told him, cutting him off. "And not because I'm in denial or blocking it out, but because that part of my life is over. That's what I want. I'm going to work on putting all of that behind me. You're my future. Right now, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. And to just...let go."

He nodded and pulled me down to cover his body. His teeth nipped at my lips until I opened for his kiss. I could spend hours just kissing him. His hands slid down my back to my ass. Cupping it, he squeezed and kneaded until I was grinding against him.

Once we were both breathing heavier, I slid my way down his body. He was like a Greek Statue. Hard as marble with chiseled pecs and abs. There was one major difference between him and those statues. My eyes swept up and I gave him, what I hoped, was a sultry smile. I wasn't very practiced at this, but for him? I would do anything. I wanted him to feel what he did to me. The way he made my body break apart until I was drifting in the heavens.

With one hand I grasped his length while I leaned my head down and licked the head. His cock jerked in my hands as he groaned.

"Sugar, you're going to fucking kill me."

I grinned. "Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. His voice was tight. "You don't have to do this."

I looked up at him. "I want to."

"Gwen-"

I didn't give him the chance to say anything else. My name ended up sounding strangled as I sucked his dick down as deep as I could.

"Fuck!"

He didn't try to stop me again, but I felt his fingers clench and unclench in my hair. The feeling was a strange one. It was almost as if he was restraining himself. As though he wanted to grab my head and force his cock deeper, but he wasn't letting himself.

That was fine by me. It meant I could go at my own pace, in my own rhythm, as I figured out what that was. I was surprised when my eyes began to water, and I pulled back. My jaw was sore.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice thick.

"Yeah."

"It's okay to slow down or stop," he told me.

"I must not be doing it right," I told him with a small pout.

He frowned down at me. "What the hell do you mean?"

"You're still talking."

His laughter echoed around the room as I lowered my head once more and sucked on his hard cock. He let me explore for a few minutes before he placed gentle hands on my head and showed me what it was he liked. What he wanted. My hand worked the base and we quickly found a rhythm.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands flexing. "Just like that, Sugar. Suck me just like that."

I hummed and bobbed, sucking him deep. If I was wearing panties, they'd be soaked, but we'd stripped like horny teenagers the moment we'd gotten into the room.

His hands moved into my hair and he gently fucked my mouth. It was something I thought I'd be squeamish about, but it was turning me on.

"Jesus, Gwen. Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet."

My nipples were beaded and my pussy was slick. Turned out, giving my partner pleasure gave me almost as much. No wonder he dove between my thighs like a starving man. There was something about pleasing the one you loved that just amplified all the enjoyment. The sounds he made, the deep rumbling, and groans of appreciation were making my clit throb. I hadn't even touched myself and I swore I was close to an orgasm.

I was working myself into a frenzy. His hips began to move, and he started thrusting into my mouth. He was hitting the back of my throat and tears were running down my cheeks. This was far more than I'd ever done, but the rapture on his face when I looked up at him had me swallowing the urge to gag. I wanted him to enjoy this. Wanted him to come and know it was because of me.

"You're gonna make me come," he groaned. "So fucking hard."

I moaned, the vibrations of the sound causing him to shudder beneath me.

"I'm close," he warned, giving me time to release him.