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again.  So I went with it.  I let her suck the pleasure higher.  I could feel the ecstasy gathering in a molten surge, rising from the roots of my being.  I was on the brink, coasting on a wave of hot, sweet certainty.  I couldn’t have held back but I was riding it.  My thumb teased her clit and her body responded by bucking against my hand, squeezing both my fingers strongly as her mouth clamped moistly around my bursting cock, taking me deeper than she ever had, almost gagging with her greed.  I was coming in rolling, liquid throbs, down her throat, all over her mouth and her chin.  It looked dirty, what I was doing to her.  Sexy-dirty and over the line.  I was hardly a boy scout but I’d just come all over her face, for Christ sakes.  In the most lusty, abandoned, I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-anything-except-coming-right-now kind of way.
    It wasn’t that I was disrespecting her.  Quite the opposite.  I was respecting her so goddamn much that I was worshipping at her altar with the unrestrained fervor of the devout.  She was the most religious experience I had ever had.
    As though to prove this to her, even though she had no way of reading my thoughts, I moved to cradle her in my arms.  I used the sheet to clean her face and I carefully brushed the damp strands of hair back from her face.
    That face.  Seraphic and softly sculpted with perfect, graceful lines.  Eyes the color of light green sea glass.  Her eyebrows were several shades darker than her hair and not plucked like most New York women, making her look young, somehow, and inexperienced.  The friend must have overlooked the eyebrow waxing on the makeover to-do list.  I liked the effect.  The full, natural arch of her eyebrows gave her a small town look of naïveté and freshness: those traits that never failed to stir the protective urges in me.  Small towns, in my experience, were to be avoided at all costs.  Bad things happened in small towns.  Children were vulnerable and darkness crept even into the light.
    I knew Lila was fresh to New York.  She’d not only told me this but it was clear enough from her look and her wide-eyed eagerness.  She’d arrived only weeks ago, from Princeton, where she’d lived for three years.  I’d seen her résumé and I remembered she came from somewhere in Virginia.  I tried to recall the name of the place and couldn’t.  Other than the forgotten name of some nondescript high school, where she’d excelled academically, a raft of achievements from Princeton, and a few summer internship details, I knew almost nothing about her.
    “Where did you come from?” I asked her with nebulous intention, kissing her eyelids, the smooth surface of her rounded cheek, the corner of her sumptuous lips.
    She seemed to understand that I wasn’t asking for real, specific details, that my question was more about wonder and gratitude over the fact that I was with her in this moment and couldn’t quite believe my luck.  She didn’t answer me.  She turned her face just slightly, parting those lips so my kiss landed on the open, succulent heat of her mouth.
    Once upon a time I might’ve been concerned over the extent of my addiction.  But now, with all that hot invitation, I didn’t give a fuck about what I was losing.  I didn’t care if I’d gone past some kind of self-imposed limit that said I could only feel so much.  This was too intense.  This pleasure was too captivating, just from that soft tongue teasing mine.  She was taking my tongue into her mouth, sucking it, and the sensation drilled a white-lit channel of electric need straight to my cock, which reared up in a sudden, jolted swell.  I was instantly and miraculously rock-hard.  Again.  Already.
    My hard-on reignited the dominating beast in me that was remembering how my friend s had touched her with their hands and their mouths.  Still kissing her, I lay back onto the bed and eased her onto me.  Her body was supple and willing and easy