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"Hold it right there."
     
    I stayed and seconds later, he filled my mouth up. After I let his essence slide down my throat, he laid flat on the bed, and then placed me on his face.

    His tongue is a miracle worker. I'm pretty sure it was made out of pixie dust or something because it was magical, the way it worked. There wasn't much time before I found myself riding his face. I grabbed onto the headboard for support. My hips were moving frantically, chasing the orgasm I was sure to have again. His hands were spanking me softly and I caved. The orgasm had me and his tongue had me captivated. It didn't slow up after I came either, it just went on, sending chills through me. I finally begged for him to stop. I slid off and before my back could hit the bed, my legs were already in the air. How is he already ready for me? I wondered in amazement at how lucky I was to have found someone as incredible as Blake.

    Blake wrapped my thick thighs around his waist, but didn't insert himself into me yet, instead giving me a perfect view of his sculpted body. I could feel his rock hard cock throbbing against my slit, and I squirmed underneath him, eager for him to enter me. His hard-on was getting wet at the touch and when it brushed against my clit, I found myself scooting up.
     
    "Stay put," he ordered me in a warm tone. "Don't act like you don't want this."
     
    "I do," I reassured him.
     
    "How do you want me to do it?" he asked.
     
    "Any way you want."
     
    "No. Tell me how you like it," he commanded, and I paused realizing he was serious.

    No one had ever asked me how I liked to have sex. Every sexual encounter I'd ever had consisted of me opening my legs and hoping he knew where and how to touch me. There were some guys who got it right, but more often than not, I left not completely satisfied. There's nothing worse than almost having an orgasm. That's torturous. I imagined that it almost felt like winning a Nascar race and having your car give out on you. At least if you came in second place, you still finished the race...but to never finish?

    Blake's eyes were still on me, searing my skin. I thought about it some more and finally answered him.
     
    "I like long and deep strokes." I said with my eyes closed. "And then I like it when it's sped up."
     
    "Look at me."
     
    "What?" I opened my eyes.
     
    "When you are telling me how you like to be pleasured, look at me. There's nothing to be ashamed about here."
     
    "Okay...." I was about to close my eyes again through sheer instinct but those hypnotic emerald eyes had me. "I like it when it speeds up for a while and just when I'm about to cum, it slows down."
     
    "What else?" He was crossing his arms with a smirk.
     
    "Flip me on my stomach and enter me from the back...hard."
     
    "Anything else?"
     
    "Don't take it so easy on me, you'd be shocked at how much I can take. And always try to surprise me." I was looking down and he reached over held my chin up. He kissed my nose.
     
    "Got it."

    With that, he pulled my legs and thrust himself inside me mercilessly. I almost cried out from the force of it, but it turned into a moan instead.
     
    Leaning into my ear, he whispered, "You like slow and deep." He did what I said. Every time he was in me, he went deeper than before. He was kissing my neck and all around my collar bone. Whenever he pulled out, his eyes had me again, and when he plunged into me, they had that devious look.
     
    My hands were moving around frantically, trying to find something to grab on to. It was one thing to ask someone how they wanted to be pleased, but it was another to exceed the fantasy beyond their wildest expectations. If I could just find something to hold on to, I could hold out on the orgasm. I wanted so badly to savor this.
     
    "Grab my neck." He leaned forward and as soon as I did, he quickened his speed. I was pulling down with all my might and moaning loudly. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I tried to catch my breath, but I