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into his chest.
    "That's a good girl, Lilith. Always make me happy. Always."  At his words he pulls at my sides so that my ass is flush against his crotch. It never ceases to amaze me how hard he gets when we are together. "Do you feel what you do to me? My cock it always hard for you, always ready to pound that tight pussy."
    The way the words sound as they drip from his smooth lips sends sparks straight to my core.
    "I want to see your perfect, pink lips wrapped around my hard cock,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on my neck. “Get yourself ready, Lilith. I'm going to go take a shower."
    I knew the drill; we’ve done this in the past.
    I grab a pillow off of the bed and place it on the floor next to the bedside. I kneel on the pillow, head down, hands folded in my lap, and impatiently wait for him to return.
                  The first time he had me this way I was on pins and needles, not sure if I was coming or going. It was a new sexual venture for me, and my nerves were shot to hell. I had never considered myself submitting to a man, especially when it came to any of his needs. Doing what I was told to do had never been an option, at least I didn’t allow there to be an option. Not before our “meetings” started.
    Time seems to pass at a snail’s pace when I finally hear the shower shut off. I see him out of the corner of my eye as he walks out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his waist.
    He doesn’t always demand that my gaze be averted from his amazing body. There have been several times that he’s requested different things from me, and being visually attentive has been one of them.
    I know exactly what his body looks like, right down to the sexy, intricate tattoos that cover his arms and chest. The way the dark dragon the wraps around his arm and snakes up his neck, and the definition of the muscles under his taut, tanned skin.
    Before I can get another thought in about his amazing physique, he sits on the edge of the bed, inches from my face. The sound of his even breathing and the seductive way he licks his lips makes my pussy throb with need.
    "Get over here, Lilith. I want your mouth on me."
    I straighten my back, never looking directly at him, as I lift my hands to unwrap the present I’ve been yearning for.
    I slowly slip my hands up his thighs, until my fingers find the knot in the towel secured right on his hip. I slowly pull at each side of the cotton material and slip it loose. My breath catches as his hard-on springs free.
    It never fails that my eyes widen each and every time I see his impressive length.
    "Suck it," he says. His patience is skating on thin ice. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck it. Now."
    I know how my lover likes it. If he could have me open-mouthed all the time, he probably would.
                  And...I'd most definitely let him.
    I grip his shaft. I stroke him from base to tip. His fingers lace through my hair. It doesn’t hurt. He pulls just enough to let me know that he’s here with me.
    I give the underside of his cock a slow, languid lick, before wrapping my lips around the swollen tip, sucking it lightly. I like to tease him with a tiny flick of my tongue. Hell, he fucking loves it when I do.
    He hisses. " Goddamn ." He thrusts his hips farther toward my wet mouth. " Fuck , little girl. Are you trying to kill me ?" I love it when he talks like that.
    I smile inwardly, knowing this drives him crazy. I continue my slow ministrations and run my tongue across the tiny slit, pre-cum weeping. My lover begins to thrust harder, slamming down my throat, and I take it for what it is: a sign that I need to hurry and suck harder.
    He lightly presses a hand against my shoulder. "Enough teasing, Lilith." His teeth are clenched, his face agonized. "Prepare yourself."              
    I release his erection, clasping my hands behind my back. As he stands up from the bed, I relax my throat, preparing it for his intrusion.