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Champagne, blood and a thousand mirrors.
" I stood, holding her hands and looking into her eyes. She stood as well, letting the sheet fall around her. "We really need to get you out of these clothes, though."
"Your wish is my command," I replied, and started unbuttoning my shirt. She sat back in the chair and started undoing my belt. My shirt off and discarded, I stood to enjoy the sight of her undoing my pants and then pulling them down to my knees before very slowly pulling my boxer shorts down over my mostly hard cock.
"What do we have here?" she said, lightly stroking me. She looked up at me with a smirk. "You dare to bear a weapon to your audience with the queen?"
I laughed out loud. "I ..." I began, and then continued, theatrically: "I have no words to excuse my impertinence."
"Record the date," she said, nuzzling my cock and looking up at me. "Coach James is at a loss for words."
"'Earl,'" I said, stroking her hair. "Call me 'Earl,' Jess. 'Coach James' doesn't sound quite right when you're kissing my cock."
"'Earl James,'" she said, taking the head of my cock in her mouth for a moment. "It sounds like you should be an outlaw gunman in the old west."
I shrugged. "I ... I bet that's exactly what my parents were thinking when they named me."
She laughed. "Okay, Earl James. Outlaw. Let's get you out of these pants and onto your bed. I've got a bit of a score to settle."
"Oooh, revenge sex: my favorite," I quipped.
"You're not making this any easier on yourself," she laughed.
I stepped out of my pants. Jessica stood next to me and we embraced, kissing, her breasts pressed naked against my chest and my cock against her stomach.
"Jess, about before," I began, still holding her but pulling away enough that our eyes could meet. "I know a few tricks in bed ..." She arched an eyebrow at me. "... but most of it was that you had that building up for the last five days."
She thought about that a moment and eventually nodded in agreement.
"And the reason I'm telling you this, Jess, is not to make you feel better so much as to make clear that you shouldn't expect that every time."
"It's too late, Earl," she said, looking me in the eyes. "You've raised my expectations to a certain level, and now you're just going to have to man up somehow to meet them."
I laughed nervously.
"But first," she said, leading me by the hand back to the bed, "I need to show you that I've got skills, too."
She had me lay on my back in the middle of the bed and she kneeled between my legs, first covering me to kiss my face, neck, and ears, then trailing her lips down my body, with stops at my nipples and navel, before kissing all around my straining cock. Then she started licking my balls and around the base of my shaft before, after prolonged teasing, taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. She held me straight up with one hand and then tickled my frenulum with her tongue until my cock was at full size and stiffness. She looked my cock over as though enjoying her handiwork in getting me to that state.
What happened next is a bit of a blur to me now, but I remember her looking me in the eyes and taking the head of my cock in her mouth before lowering herself down until her front teeth were pressed hard against my pubic bone, making a slight twist of her head on her descent in order to take me into her throat. And then she stayed there, running her tongue along the underside of my cock but otherwise holding me embedded deep in her throat. And I was fairly relaxed at first, but something about how long she stayed down on me flipped a switch -- maybe I was starting to worry about her breathing -- and I just started cumming in torrents.
The next thing I remember clearly is Jessica lying beside me with her head propped up, smiling like the proverbial cat who'd caught the canary. "Was I okay?" she asked, smirking at me.
I looked down my body; I sort of think now that I was looking to see if my cock was still there.