She kissed her way around it. Her hair and the cheeks of her face brushed my erection as I placed my hands on her head and stroked her dark reddish br...own hair. My knees were in fine shape until her mouth found the tip of my penis. When my knees weakened, I sucked in a quick breath and she paused.“Are you OK?”“Yes, this feels wonderful.”“Let me know if I get you too hot. I don’t want you to cum just yet. OK?”“Sure, I wouldn’t want to squirt in your mouth if you don’t like it.”“Oh, my love. I. You. Somehow,” he said without breaking eye contact. Another roarful crack of thunder. Taryn tilts her head softly, “ Is that right? Lightening strikes again. Lamp shakes and shivers. I’m not one for lyrical miracles and all but, we might be onto something,” she replies with a whisper. He replies, “ Well I live for lyrical miracles and I think you’re it. He crosses the coffee table and kneels down next to her. Let me learn your body. Play its beautiful notes. Write its beauty all over my body.. Omg, i can feel my breathing get slower and deeper, as I feel my insides stir with excitement ... I say, "Oh yea, touch him for me, Stephen" ... and I fall to my knees in front of you, I want to be closer to you ... not touching you though, just breathing you in ... your manhood, inches from my face I stick out my tongue and tell you oh yea, feed him to me, I want to taste you Stephen ... let me have some ... as you back away from me ... "no, no touching" and you tell me this over and over. .' Fuck, I don't know, I thought. 'Well, sort of, yeah' 'Sort of?' she asked. 'Well, I have a girlfriend in London, but things are complicated.' 'Ah, are you from London?' 'No, Manchester originally.' Oh yes, Northern Soul and proud. 'Ah, you're a northern boy?' she had a twinkle In her eye. 'Very good with their hands, northern boys are.' There we go, another subtle innuendo just dropped in their. She was driving me mad! I laughed nervously. 'Well, I should probably get some sleep, I've got to.