“You make me feel so relaxed.”
She smiled up at him, from her vantage point between his knees, and continued what she’d been doing.
He sighed, and stroked her hair.
“It’s such a weird sensation. I mean, when you do that — ohmigodddd — I’m harder than the fucking rock of Gibraltar…”
Catching his eye again, she winked.
He continued, lying back in his chair, and exhaling a stream of smoke from his mouth.
“I feel so… comfortable with you. It’s as though we’ve known each other for so long — I understand you; you understand me. And you arouse me immensely. I can feel it streaming throughout my body… but my dick is happy to relax. It’s not a reflection on you in a negative way — the opposite, in fact.”
She removed her mouth, sat back on her heels, and smiled up at him, stroking him gently with her fingernails.
“So I’m not doing anything wrong here?”
“No, no, god no. In fact… why have you stopped?”
“So i can talk to you. Communication is good. And i love how you feel in my hand. So… what, this is an unusual situation?”
“Very unusual. I feel closer and closer to coming, and you can bet I’m going to fill your throat with come. But when your mouth is off me, i… relax.”
“So I noticed. It is unusual. Very unusual.”
A beat of silence passed, while they looked up at each other, until he gently guided her head down back to what she’d been doing. She grinned, with her mouth full of his cock, and chuckled softly.
“So glad i can keep you amused while you suck me off – oh holy mother of god YESYESYES…“
More silence, and again she looked up at him. He looked back at her, eyes wide and dismayed at yet another pause in the proceedings, particularly since she’d stopped doing that fabulous thing on that really sensitive spot on his glans. No comment, just a mournful look and a tiny disappointed mewl.
“That’ll teach you to be sarcastic when I’m working on getting you off.”
He laughed, and so did she. She resisted his hand at first, but then allowed it to guide her back to her task.
His state of relaxation revealed nothing about his state of arousal, which was an unusual situation for her; accustomed as she was to gauging time-to-orgasm by the state of the cock in question. It was only when he stopped articulating words and began moaning audibly that she could accurately assess how close he was; the tightening of his hand in her hair confirming this.
“Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh. OHHHHHHHHHHH.”
She swallowed, and felt him soften again, this time inside her mouth. She looked up to see him offering her a glass of red wine, with a beatific and contented smile on his face.
“That was wonderful… you are as good as you boasted…. Now, have this, baby. Sit down. Relax.”