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night’s sky. He shakes his head, pulling himself back from his memories, smirking at the television. “But, I can tell that guy deserves what he gets,” he laughs.
     
    “We can turn it off now anyway,” I smile. The last thing I wanted to do is upset him with the show. It never occurred to me that it might remind him of the money-grubbing women he’s dated.
     
    “Oh don’t stop watching the best show in the world on my account,” he quotes me and I can’t help but laugh at the statement. “Anyway, women like that don’t matter anymore. Not that they ever really did, but especially now that I have you. You’re so different from them. You’re not just beautiful, you’re kind and tough…”
     
    “Go on,” I tease.
     
    “I’m serious, I’ve never met anyone like you, Kendra. You’re truly one of a kind.” He leans over me and the smell of wine and his musk fill the air around us. I can’t hear the television or anything else for that matter, when he looks at me like that all I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. His top lip grazes against mine and his breath warms my skin like the first warm day after a long winter. Without speaking a word, he shares his past pain, his sorrow and his secrets in his kiss. When he pulls back I feel like I know more about him from that one tender moment than I could learn in ten conversations.
     
    Running his thumb down the profile of my face, he pushes his forehead against mine and sighs like he’s letting go of a burden carried for more years than he’s been alive. I want to take away his pain, to keep him in the present here with me, not fighting battles he seems to have already lost.
     
    My heart in my throat, I kiss his neck and trail my hand down over his tight t-shirt clinging to his sculpted abs. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of myself, but then continue down until I reach his belt buckle. Matthew’s eyes are filled with surprise as I tug his belt free and unzip his jeans, burying my hand inside his open fly and wrapping it around his cock. I can feel it growing hard in my hand with each stroke and without breaking my eyes from his, I slide down off the couch onto his luxurious, white carpet and settle down comfortably onto my knees in front of him.
     
    He tugs his pants down over his ass, his cock springs out in front of my face and I lick my lips as butterflies float around in my belly. I’ve never taken a man in my mouth before, hell up until a couple weeks ago I hadn’t done more than kiss a guy. Porn has never been a big turn on for me either, so I haven’t even watched a lot of women going down. I understand the mechanics of giving a blow job alright, I’m just nervous that I’ll be awful at it.
     
    I take him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth and swipe my tongue over the head of his cock, breathing him in. Pushing my lips over him, I’m surprised by how wide I have to open my mouth. His cock slides over the curve of my tongue, feeling warm and full in my mouth. I glide my lips up and down over his glistening shaft, going faster as my saliva coats him.
     
    Matthew leans back into the couch and closes his eyes, letting out a deep groan of satisfaction. Trying to take him too deep into my mouth makes my eyes water, so I keep my strokes shallow and quick until I feel his cock start to thicken. I’m feeling fairly confident that I’m doing this right when Matthew suddenly pulls his hips back from me and pulls me off of him by my shoulders.
     
    “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry I’ve never done that and…” I feel so flustered, I can’t stop the words from spilling out my mouth.
     
    “Hey, you didn’t hurt me. Trust me there’s nothing wrong, Kendra. Never apologize for your lack of experience, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I didn’t stop you because you were doing something wrong, ok? I stopped you because you’re doing it a little too well. I’m never going to last if you keep that