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He
looked at me intently, imploring me with sinful, brown bedroom eyes
to do more. I decided in that moment that I wanted to make this
memorable for him, for both of us.
    On my next stroke down, I pressed my fingers
tighter, giving him the pressure he needed. His response was an
immediate upward thrust of his hips. From that point on, he began
meeting my down-strokes. I used my other hand to lift his sac and
roll it over my palm and fingers. His eyes closed, and his mouth
hung open as he panted his approval.
    Soon, he was showing signs of being close to climax.
His breath came in ragged, choppy shudders, and his free hand
tightly gripped the blanket. The upward motion of his hips became
strained and shaky.
    And I stopped.
    When he pumped his hips frantically, trying to
create the motion on his own, I loosened my grip on his pulsing
erection. He groaned in protest and pierced me with a desperate
look, but I didn’t let his disappointment sway me.
    When his breathing began to even out, I grabbed him
in my fist again. I kept this up for several minutes, stopping when
I felt like he was getting too close and resuming when he’d calmed.
He accepted it now, when I stopped; we both knew his orgasm would
be better in the end.
    When even I couldn’t handle the suspense anymore, I
did the only logical thing: I leaned down and licked the tip of his
penis, savoring his gasp of pleasure. His thrusts against my hand
stopped altogether and he was stock still, like he was waiting to
see what I would do next.
    It had been a long time since I’d given Danny
head--at least six months. But as I sucked him into my mouth, I
couldn’t think of anything I would rather have been doing at that
moment. He smelled like soap and man. The combination was
intoxicating, alluring, arousing.
    He wouldn’t last long. That was obvious from the way
his sac tightened in my hand.
    I snuck a glance at Stacey, only to find her staring
back at me, her expression unreadable. I wished I knew what she was
thinking. She must have noticed my hesitation, because she graced
me with a wink and a saucy smile. It was almost as if that look
freed me to truly enjoy myself, like some new understanding clicked
inside my brain. Stacey wanted me to do this.
    Finally letting myself get caught up in the moment,
I licked him, sucked him, stroked him with abandon. I was a little
surprised to find that I wasn’t at all out of practice.
    All too soon, Danny was breathing heavily and
moaning with pleasure. “Fuck, Paige. You’re gonna make me cum.” He
slid his fingers into my hair, lightly gripping the back of my
head.
    I sucked harder, stroked faster.
    “Puh--oh!” Danny sucked in a breath and tried again,
“Paige?”
    I knew what he wanted. It was a question and a
warning all in one. “Mmm,” I moaned around his cock. That was all
it took.
    The subtle bucking of Danny’s hips stopped
immediately, and his fingertips dug into my scalp just enough that
it was obvious he’d lost control. He inhaled sharply, holding that
breath for the span of three heartbeats, and blew it out on a low
groan. Warmth bathed my tongue, and I sucked until all the tension
left Danny’s body. When I finally pulled away from him, he was
relaxed and sated, and stared up at me with a look of appreciation.
My chest constricted again.
    Avoiding eye contact with Stacey, I dropped down to
Danny’s other side, curling against him when he wrapped an arm
around me. I’d finally identified the tightness in my chest. Love.
I was still deeply in love with Danny. And with that love came a
jealousy I’d never before experienced.
    I’d gone from caring about Stacey, wanting to be
with her, to being jealous of what she and Danny shared. These
newly discovered feelings were going to shake up my life, no doubt
about it. But for tonight, I was going to enjoy myself here in
front of the fire now, and again later in the bedroom. I would need
the memory to take away with me in the morning.
    Because this was going