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out a long moan.  My body was fully engaged… everything working.  Places wet that were supposed to.  My skin tingled and burned at the same time.  I surprised myself by not being nervous, even as I started to unbutton Jonathan’s shirt.  Four buttons down, I placed my hands flat to his chest, feeling the lines of his muscles all the way to his shoulders.  I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and then admired him.
    He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.
    I was in control.
    For now.
    I lowered myself to my knees, my eyes not leaving his for a moment.  I leaned forward and kissed just above where his stomach muscles began.  My hands now had his entire shirt unbuttoned and it with a quick push, it was down.  I forgot about his cufflinks and when I looked at Jonathan wondering why his shirt wasn’t off he just shrugged his shoulders. 
    Fuck, I was supposed to keep my confidence.
    I took care of the cufflinks and his shirt finally came off.  I wasted no time going for his pants, but I only opened them, I didn’t take them off.  As I reached around the back of him, he lifted himself, but again, I didn’t take his pants off.  I pulled them down, along with his boxers, just enough to show me a small portion of his pubic hair.  The lines of his ab muscles cut in at a sexy angle and my tongue wanted to follow those lines.  One at a time.
    My lips were back to his stomach and I kissed down him in a hurry.  I licked down his left side first then cut across, following the top of his boxers.  I came up the other line and as I pulled away from him I looked up.  I swear, for the first time I could remember, it looked like Jonathan Black wanted to smile.  He didn’t, of course, but the look of it alone made me feel great.  Until I remembered we were pretending.  I had to question everything we were doing.
    Was any of this real?
    Did any of it matter?
    The passion I felt, the desire I collected, did it mean anything at all?
    Whatever the case, I couldn’t stop so I went to the top of his boxers.  My teeth bit at them and I pulled.  My hand was there a second later and I reached into his boxers, finding his thickness, my hand wrapping around him and tightening.  I pulled him from his boxers and held him at the thick base of his erection.  I pumped him a few times, watching the way he reacted to my touch. 
    He throbbed.  He thickened.
    My tongue came forward and I licked the bottom of his hard sex.  I licked a straight line up to his fleshy tip and my lips came over and down on him.  I welcomed him into my mouth and then quickly pulled back, making sure my lips were moving along the most sensitive part of him. 
    Jonathan moaned and then thrust himself. 
    He went deep into my mouth and we both moaned at the same time.
    I pulled up again and in a shocking move, I felt Jonathan’s hand crash against the back of my head.  It didn’t appear there was intent to cause pain but Jonathan’s strength was just too much.  His fingers wrapped tight around my hair and he pulled. 
    I started to moan and cry and his tongue slipped from my mouth.  When I could take a breath, I did, and I was forced to stare at him.
    “That’s what you intend to do?” he asked in a calm voice. 
    “If that’s what you command me to do…”
    “To Oliver Rush?”
    “For you.”
    He growled as his lip curled.  Something snapped again as he pulled at my hair.  I was moving by then, going with the motion, both expecting it and wanting it. 
    I was standing a few seconds later.
    He let my hair go and put both hands directly on my ass.  He squeezed and pulled, forcing me forward on the bed.  I straddled him and when I realized I was just hovering inches above his erection, I cried out his name and started to lose my breath.
    “You think that would feel good?” he asked. 
    I shook my head.
    “You want good?  You want…”
    Jonathan pulled me down.  My sex was close to dripping as the tip of him touched