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straightened, the mushroom head pushing above the elastic waistband of his underwear. He looked up at her and her fascinated gaze was fixed on his crotch, her eyes wide with something that looked a bit like fear.
    “You’ve never even seen one before, have you?” he asked gently.
    She slowly shook her head.
    Mick wanted to howl with triumph as sheer possessiveness and pride surged. He was her first. He would initiate her foray into sexual pleasure.
    Suddenly, he knew he wanted to be her last, too. The very idea of another man touching her as intimately as he had, tasting her, made his blood boil. The possessiveness confused him. No woman had ever affected him like that: women were easy to come by and easy to let go. They gave him pleasure and he returned it. That was the extent of the relationship.
    But Sonia was different. So different. He’d only known her for a few hours and already he knew that.
    With a quick movement, he shoved underwear and jeans over his hips and down to his ankles. His heavy cock bobbed expectantly between his thighs. An oily drop gathered at the end, dripped down the side. He heard her suck in a long, drawn out breath of air.
    “You’re gonna have to kneel, sweetheart,” he said softly.
    Obediently, she lowered herself to her knees. Hand trembling, she hesitantly reached for him. Then drew her hand back. He gently grasped her wrist and drew her hand to him. With his other hand, he curled hers around his girth near the root. She gasped softly at the heat of him, the hardness, the delicate softness of the skin, the rough prickle of pubic hair.
    “Hold it steady and lick the top,” he said … well, begged, practically.
    She tilted her head sideways as though to figure out the best way to do that.
    “Like an ice cream cone,” he suggested.
    She leaned down and took a tentative like. He inhaled sharply and she reared back in fright.
    Grabbing on to the dissolving threads of his control, he managed a short chuckle and said, “You didn’t hurt me. That felt great. Phenomenal. Do it again.”
    Hesitantly, she bent back down and swiped her tongue across the glans again. She inhaled, taking in the earthy, musky scent of him.
    “Oh, yeah,” he crooned.
    Thus encouraged, she began to lick him more thoroughly, swirling her tongue around the tip, dipping the tip of her tongue into the weeping divot, flicking it around the lip beneath the glans. He guided her hand, stroking where her mouth did not reach.
    “That feels so good,” he praised.
    Then she opened her mouth wide, folding her lips over the sharp edges of her teeth, and took him inside her mouth.
    “Aaaah!” he exclaimed and fought to keep from bucking his hips as she closed her mouth around him and sucked. Her other came joined the first and stroked his balls, learning their shape and texture. He groaned as her tongue fluttered around him, rubbed him. Her hands stroked, feathery caresses interspersed with firmer touches. Then her fingertips gently, lightly rubbed the sensitive perineum and his balls clenched, sending their contents up through the long, thick stalk of his erection and into her mouth.
    “I’m cumming!” he announced, ending on a long, drawn out groan as his hips rocked helplessly.
    Sonia managed to capture and swallow the first couple of spurts, but the entire ejaculate proved too much and she found the thick, salty substance draining out of her mouth and over Mick’s still-hard cock. His semen lubricated her hands and she tightened her hold as she stroked him up and down.
    “Ah … God,” he gasped and fell backward on the bed.
    Sonia opened her mouth and let his softening dick slide out even as she gently released her hold on it. She drew the back of her arm across her mouth and chin to wipe off saliva and semen.
    Looking at his heaving chest and the wet mess of his pubic area, she accurately guessed she did not have to ask whether he enjoyed her inexpert ministrations. Sonia sat back on her heels and wondered what