"Wait, relax. You're trying to do too much again. It's okay; take your time."
Megan tried to regain her senses. Her body settled and her vision cleared; she was suddenly sitting back on her heels, gasping. She blushed as his hand reached out slowly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He stroked her cheek lovingly and Megan could feel his eyes on her, but she kept her gaze lowered; she was still shy and knew she'd lose composure if she met his dark eyes. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before his hand moved to the back of her neck and his thumb stroked gently. Her eyes fluttered closed and she took a deep breath, willing her nerves to disperse so she could relax and take her time.
"Don't worry about your hand, don't use it to stroke or anything. It's there to hold it up. Focus on the head."
She adjusted the cushion under her knees then slid her hands up his thighs. She reached into his lap with deft movements as delicate as the nighttime breeze and tightened her grip around the base of his shaft. The surrounding candles cast mysterious shadows across the walls that seemed to perform a ritual dance as she went along kissing his thighs.
She enjoyed the feeling of his skin under her lips; and her nerves grew as she made her way up the insides of his thighs. The sensual flames licked the air as she got closer and closer to his most sensitive area. He started breathing hard as the loud kisses and tingling sensation slowly crept up his thighs. The tip of her tongue laced out and tenderly swiped across his delicate crown jewels, darting them around like pinballs.
Megan worked her way up and down his sensitive manhood, teasing him with long, slow licks. Her breasts rubbed against his inner thighs and she savoured the jolts of electricity that sparked as her tightened peaks grazed his coarse, ticklish leg hair.
She licked her lips as she came face to face with his swollen glans. She took a deep breath, and his thumb traced circles on the back of her neck. His other hand held hers reassuringly, as he always did whenever they made love.
She pressed her pursed lips against the tip. She kissed it repeatedly, massaging the pink head with tiny and delicate kisses. Her moist kisses increased in passion until she was licking and sucking at the head of his cock and he was shivering in pleasure. Pushing forward, she engulfed his head, opening her mouth slightly to slide his shaft past her lips and tongue.
The feeling of him in her mouth was delightful. He was rigid but soft-skinned, and she was instantly intoxicated with him, swirling her tongue around his fullness and groaning in pleasure as his smooth, firm shaft filled her mouth. She parted her lips further to take him deeper into her warm, wet mouth and his head fell back as he let out a grateful sigh.
Her mouth clamped down on his expanding member, and she pulled back then slid forward again, taking him deeper and letting the tip of his cock bump slightly against the back of her throat. She gagged a little and her mouth welled with spit.
Just as she started to swallow him down and pull him deeper into her throat, she felt his hand stroke her head and neck, soothing her, and she realised that she was doing it again. He swiped over her knuckles with his other hand and moaned, not in arousal, to calm her; a wordless note to take her time.
