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of her throat and she had to swallow.
    His hand came to the back of her head, fingers laced into her hair, applying gentle pressure. She swallowed again, and felt him slip briefly into her throat before he slid back out. Swallowed again, and held him there, before slowly drawing her head upwards.
    His eyes had narrowed, but still he held her look. His mouth had sagged open, and now his hand fell away from the back of her head.
    She started to bob up and down, as fast as she could go, matching her rhythm with those two hands around the base of his shaft.
    Pressing his hands into the sofa, his whole body stiff, he pushed upwards against her.
    She wanted him to have this. Wanted him to feel how he made her feel.
    She squeezed her mouth tighter around him and that was all it took. He thrust upwards against her and she felt a throb in the base of his shaft, felt a pulse of wet heat exploding in her mouth. She swallowed, sucking him in deeper so that she swallowed that salty wetness and the swollen head of his manhood. Swallowed again and another pulse of his juices filled her. Again, and he started to grow soft in her mouth, a delicious, intimate transition.
    She swallowed again, more gently, and then held him in her mouth. Swallowed again and this time was able to take him fully inside her so that her face was pressing against his belly, her chin against his balls.
    She would have stayed like that, but his hands drew her head away, and then he extricated himself, moved to kneel next to her, took her head in his hands again and kissed her. He must taste his own juices in her mouth, must be taking them in, sharing them.
    He eased her onto the sofa, and this time it was her jeans that they removed, her lacy shorts that he drew down her legs. Her leg that he lifted to rest over his shoulder so he could slide a hand underneath her, squeezing her ass, holding her.
    He dropped his head and kissed the narrow strip of hair that ran down the center of her mound.
    He worked his way down, his lips kneading that softness, his tongue sliding. She felt a tremor of the muscles in her belly when his tongue slid over the hood of skin that covered her clit, and then again when the tip slid between her labia and swept back up to that little hard stud, flicked over it, started to glide slowly around it.
    Lower down, he pressed his knuckles against her, grinding against her softness, then allowing his knuckles to slide along the folds of her sex, parting them. A finger found her opening, pressed, and she felt it slide inside, pressing deep until the inside of his thumb and the knuckles of his other fingers came to press against her. He pulled away again and now, when he pushed, there were two fingers sliding inside.
    And all the time, the tip of his tongue drew delicate circles around her clit, teasing that most sensitive of places, occasionally flicking across it and sending bolts of pleasure stabbing through her belly.
    He started to thrust with that hand, sliding fully in and then pulling back until the tips of his fingers were just teasing her opening, before sliding deep again. There was a strength to that action, a sense of careful control, as if he could carry on forever, relentlessly driving her to heights of–
    She was close!
    All of a sudden, taking her by surprise in its abrupt intensity.
    There was something about the way he was driving those fingers into her, about the impact of knuckles and thumb against her as he thrust deep, and the rapid flicking of his tongue, now passing back and forth directly over her clit.
    She reached down, and held his head hard against her, so that now he didn’t have room to keep thrusting those fingers and it was only the flicking of his tongue, orchestrating everything, building it all up to a peak.
    She pulled his face even harder against her, felt a sudden tightening, a tremor of muscles deep inside her, and then she was bucking against him, grinding herself against his face, using him to milk every last