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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 246 из 293“Maybe, I guess, yes. I’m sorry. I want this to be about joy, not pettiness.” My hands started to fall away from him, but he caught my wrist with one hand.
“Do your best, or your worst, and so will we. I’m sorry I denied you any part of me. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Good,” I said, and I pulled him down toward me. He didn’t fight me. He just readjusted his hands and knees, and finally his hips until I could guide him between my lips. He was so full, so thick, that I had to open my mouth wider than was comfortable to let him push his way deeper inside. He pushed until he found the back of my throat. I forced myself to relax as he eased himself past that point of comfort. I loved the feel of a man so deep, but it was an acquired talent. I was blessed with no gag reflex, but there were other problems with the well-endowed. Breathing for one, and just finding an angle so they could fuck you but not hurt your throat. Badly done deep-throating gave an entirely new meaning to having a little sore throat. I moved my head, just a little, my head rocking gently on Kitto’s body, as I worked with Galen to find that special position. I knew from experience that once I got excited enough I would have less trouble, that nothing would hurt while I was doing it, so I worked to make sure things didn’t hurt later either. Galen was above me, truly trying to mouth-fuck me. It wasn’t the same as going down on a man from other positions, because they had more control than you did. And they could not feel your body, as you felt it. They could not know when you could draw breath, or swallow, or when you needed to do either. I was trusting Galen to be gentle. I was depending on it.
He began to use his hips more, so that at the end of the thrust he was down my throat. I timed my breathing for when he was higher in my mouth, and swallowed about every other stroke. I moved my hands up his body until I found his testicles, so I could play with them as he went in and out.
“I take that as a yes,” he said, in a voice that still sounded like his own.
I gave a small nod with him still in my mouth. I didn’t want to move too much because we’d worked so hard to find just the right angle to let him do this. Galen had more length than most men that I’d let into this position. Kitto would have been more comfortable for it. But once Galen offered, I wasn’t going to say no. I trusted him not to get carried away and hurt me. I wasn’t sure I’d have trusted any of my other guards, except, perhaps, Nicca.
But Nicca had other duties tonight.
“Do your best, or your worst, and so will we. I’m sorry I denied you any part of me. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Good,” I said, and I pulled him down toward me. He didn’t fight me. He just readjusted his hands and knees, and finally his hips until I could guide him between my lips. He was so full, so thick, that I had to open my mouth wider than was comfortable to let him push his way deeper inside. He pushed until he found the back of my throat. I forced myself to relax as he eased himself past that point of comfort. I loved the feel of a man so deep, but it was an acquired talent. I was blessed with no gag reflex, but there were other problems with the well-endowed. Breathing for one, and just finding an angle so they could fuck you but not hurt your throat. Badly done deep-throating gave an entirely new meaning to having a little sore throat. I moved my head, just a little, my head rocking gently on Kitto’s body, as I worked with Galen to find that special position. I knew from experience that once I got excited enough I would have less trouble, that nothing would hurt while I was doing it, so I worked to make sure things didn’t hurt later either. Galen was above me, truly trying to mouth-fuck me. It wasn’t the same as going down on a man from other positions, because they had more control than you did. And they could not feel your body, as you felt it. They could not know when you could draw breath, or swallow, or when you needed to do either. I was trusting Galen to be gentle. I was depending on it.
He began to use his hips more, so that at the end of the thrust he was down my throat. I timed my breathing for when he was higher in my mouth, and swallowed about every other stroke. I moved my hands up his body until I found his testicles, so I could play with them as he went in and out.
“I take that as a yes,” he said, in a voice that still sounded like his own.
I gave a small nod with him still in my mouth. I didn’t want to move too much because we’d worked so hard to find just the right angle to let him do this. Galen had more length than most men that I’d let into this position. Kitto would have been more comfortable for it. But once Galen offered, I wasn’t going to say no. I trusted him not to get carried away and hurt me. I wasn’t sure I’d have trusted any of my other guards, except, perhaps, Nicca.
But Nicca had other duties tonight.