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she felt another wave of uncertainty, and knew that she had to say something. Before I embarrass myself , she thought. 
                  “I’ve never,” she said, and looked up at him, hoping that he would finish the sentence. He didn’t, a small smile on his lips once more. She swallowed. Just say it. “I’ve never given anyone a blow job before.” The words felt so uncivilized. Was there a more elegant way to say it? She dropped her head, mind racing and mouth dry, her lower regions still tingling from the events of a moment ago.
                  “It’s all right,” Andrew said, and Cecelia knew that she should have expected this response. “I’ll tell you what I like.”
                  “Okay.”
                  Did he see her fingers tremble as she reached for the button of his slacks? She hoped not, but took a deep breath anyway to steady her nerves. It didn’t help. She still felt like her cheeks were on fire. But to her surprise, her fingers had no trouble undoing the button, and from there, pulling down the zipper. It opened smoothly, quietly, to reveal boxers underneath. She looked up to see that Andrew was watching her, expectantly – patiently, yet still with that great wanting burning behind his now-black eyes. He tilted his head down in the slightest of nods, encouraging her to continue.
                  Breathe. Breathe. Okay. Breathe.
                  Cecelia placed her left hand on his knee to brace herself, and ran her other hand up his leg, over his open zipper, over his boxers … and her heart skipped painfully as she felt the large hardness underneath the thin fabric.
                  Breathe.
                  She reached inside his boxers to hold his member. It was hot and surprisingly solid against her palm, but larger than Cecelia had expected any man’s to be – she mentally gauged it against her forearm and realized that it was only slightly narrower than her wrist, and would reach from there to nearly her elbow. Though she tried to be as sensually slow as he had been with her, it was as if time sped up with her determination. There could be no more of this foreplay – she couldn’t take it, and was certain she could no longer act at cool composure.
                  With that, she swallowed hard and lowered her open mouth onto his penis. Her knees dug into the floor as she felt its tip, salty and smooth, touch her tongue and she parted her lips further to take the entire tip in. A slight gasp escaped Andrew’s lips, and from the corner of her eye she saw his fingers dig into the bedspread. What now? Cecelia moved forward to place her hand on the lower shaft of his penis, and took as much of the rest of his member as she could into her mouth. Almost immediately she felt that she had made a mistake – it was too big, tender against her tongue, and hot against the roof of her mouth. Somehow, she had to retreat from this. But just then Andrew  let out another moan and she knew that she must be doing something successfully. His hands moved gently to the back of her head and he began softly guiding her back and forth, so that her lips slipped up and down his rigidity. As a result, one moment, Cecelia felt that her mouth was full of him to the point of gagging, to the next, when he would draw her head back, curiously vacant and empty, begging to be filled once more.
                  “Move your hand away,” he suggested. “You can take more of it in,”
                  And so she did, and felt a greater pressure of his hands on the back of her skull, pressing her face closer to his stomach. Her throat contacted as she felt that smooth tip of his penis enter it, her forehead touching his lower abdomen. “God,” he breathed, as tears of exertion and disbelief sprang to her eyes.
    An entire … down my throat … don’t panic ….
    Andrew pulled her head