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She snaked a hand back down my body and started rubbing again at my hip. If she was trying to drive me insane, it was brilliant.

She licked her lips, and with a groan, I licked them with her.

“You mean, mmmm,” she almost hummed, “you want me to, mmmm… ” She lost her train of thought as my finger began to move inside of her, thrusting shallowly in and out.

“Yes,” I said, sucking her lower lip into my mouth then letting it go reluctantly, “whatever, however, whichever way you want. Explore me.”

Her curiosity overcame her reservations—finally—and one hand slid down, at last getting to the point.

We both gasped as she finally filled her hand with me.

She pulled back and moved to kneel over my lap now.

I groaned. I watched her watching herself stroke me.

“It’s, um,” she began.

“It’s what?” I prompted when she didn’t finish. It was hard to even get that much out. I was fighting for control. I wanted to mount her on the spot and force her head down to suck my cock, both at the same time.

I found her with my hand again and pushed a finger back inside of her and moved it in a shallow, smooth imitation of the main course.

“It’s nice,” she finally said, her voice breaking on the words as I started finger fucking her in earnest.

“Nice?” I asked. Her hand had stopped moving, but her head was curved down far enough that I could feel her breathing on me.

As she came, squeezing my finger like it was a cock, I just about lost it.

Fuck it. I pulled my finger out and touched the back of her head, gripped her silky hair, and pushed her down. “Put me in your mouth,” I said, not knowing if it was an order or a plea. Both probably.

“Velvety smooth but so hard it could break things,” she finally got out.

“Were you searching for the right description this whole time?” I asked her affectionately even as sweat broke out over my entire body. “You’re such a writer at heart.”

I pushed her and arched my hips up, aiming until I was pressed against her lips.

She let me in, thank God. I got a little overzealous right off the bat, pushing deep enough to gag her in one go.

“Fuck, sorry,” I said, sitting up and pulling her away by the hair. I liked the way that felt and pulled again just for fun then used it to bring her lips to mine. I kissed her as I dragged us both to the headboard.

I leaned back, still sitting up, and put her hand back on my dick, never letting her mouth leave mine the entire time.

When I finally let her up for air she asked, “Didn’t you want me to… ?”

“Suck my dick? Always. But let’s show you the ropes properly. A hand job first, I think. Go ahead, keep stroking.”

“Is this right?” she asked, applying herself to the task with both hands.

“It is. You’re such an overachiever,” I told her admiringly. “I’ve never appreciated that quite so much as I do right this second. Right there, stroke the head.”

“Am I squeezing too hard?”

“No. Just don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t fucking stop.”

I paused. “Wait, stop.”

“Contrary as ever,” she pointed out.

“I changed my mind,” I said, “You learned enough about hand jobs for the moment.” I pushed her head down into my lap. I gripped her hair in both hands and showed her what to do.