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would be unfair to him. To expect him to do it right, when she couldn’t tell him what it was that she needed from him. From this.
    Taking his wrist again, knowing full well he would prefer that she take his hand, she led him back to the bedroom and the elegant, high-backed wing chair next to the window. She had him sit down and hook his feet behind the chair legs. She lifted his hands over his head so that they lay along the back of the chair. Comfortable, she hoped, but out of her way, and a subtle reminder to him to let her control the action.
    He actually gave a little grunt, but then seemed to settle back into the seat. It was cowardly, but she refused to look up at his face. Instead she pulled out the small pillow that was tucked under the side table and placed it between his feet. She checked the drawer, found an assortment of condoms and decided on cherry. Taking a breath, she dropped her knees to the pillow and focused on his cock. It had lengthened, hardened, since she’d asked for his permission to attend to it.
    Leaning forward, she smelled the fresh, clean sent of male skin. The tingle of tears began deep behind her eyes, but she figured she had a little time before they came to the surface and escaped. She didn’t want to traumatize the poor guy by crying on his erection, but it was so good to see a healthy man, reacting naturally, and know she was there to take care of it, of him. Making quick work of the condom, she tossed the wrapper on the table and let herself enjoy the treat.
    She darted her tongue out teasingly, a lick here, a taste there, until she felt his thighs tighten around her as if he was going to make a move. Then she simply licked him from bottom to top, bringing one hand up to hold him steady and using the other to cup his balls. Another small grunt was the only reaction from him, but he didn’t move. She repeated the action, her pointed tongue as stiff as she could make it until she reached the head, then she flattened her tongue, swirled it around, before dropping her mouth over him as far as she could reach. And she could reach far. She’d taken a deep breath and simply rested at the base of him, smiling as he twitched and lengthened further inside her unmoving mouth.
    Finally, she hollowed her cheeks and slowly moved back up his shaft, her tongue gliding along until it teased the underside of his head. Playing there for a few minutes, she massaged his balls carefully at the same time. The tears were staying back, so she rolled her eyes up and risked a look at Eric. He was watching her attentively, his expression serious and not at all lost in the pleasure she was trying to give him. She couldn’t quite decide if that was a good thing or not, so she moved her gaze down his perfect body.
    With his arms up and back, his chest was thrust out, his abs pulled in, his body a display of muscles that she couldn’t deny were achingly attractive. She’d never thought herself particularly superficial, had never dated a guy that she considered gorgeous, but
wow
. She clenched her thighs against the ache that was developing in her core just from looking at this amazing specimen of man. The truth was, she never in a million years would have had the nerve to approach a guy like this for a real scene, let alone a date.
    Bringing her attention more fully back to her task, she figured she might as well get as much enjoyment out of it as she could. After today, she wasn’t sure how long it would be before she’d be willing to risk a relationship with anyone, let alone a Dom. She promised herself a generous session with her credit card and her favorite online toy store when she got home.
    She started moving on him rhythmically, her free hand coming to his thigh to brace herself and give her leverage to really move. The hand she used on his balls maintained its slow, steady motion, in contrast to the fast fucking she gave him with her mouth. Then she stopped, lodging him as deeply as she could, resting