<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1-1.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Playing the part of dutiful pool boy - The Gamble's Cockpit=-</strong></div>The only thing he found more intoxicating than the waves of pleasure his girlfriend sent crashing through his body was the knowledge of just how much she enjoyed doing just that.  It was that inexhaustible desire for him that made every experience with her far surpassing any others he may have had, carnal or otherwise.  It was something he naturally returned in kind in a way that came so easily to him that it never took any measure of conscious effort ever since that first kiss they shared back on Persephone.<br/><br/>Whenever he was able to focus his gaze long enough to meet Mae's deviant expression, it was impossible for Vincent not to answer it with one of his own before another surge of delight returned it to one of ecstasy.  His countless fantasies encompassing this very situation did nothing to prepare him for just how amazing the real thing could be and he allowed himself to get lost in the moment.  The only thing that was missing was the sight of the star-filled heavens passing along the viewport, but there would surely be opportunity for that later.  Likely when he would have made sure to return the favor.<br/><br/>A strained groan reverberated deep in his throat as he felt Mae take every inch of him into her maw and throat, instantaneously causing his body temperature to spike up a degree or two.  His girlfriend was working him in such a way that made him think either through innate empathy or instinct she was able to read him to know exactly what would touch him in just the right way and at the precise moment it would yield the best results.  "Oh, fuck, Mae!  Just like that!"  At this point his entire body was alight with rapidly increasing sensation, marking the rapid approach of his climax.  His eyes clamped shut and his back arching into his seat while one hand desperately seized a fist full of Mae's hair located against the back of her head.  Despite the dominating grip he had over her, Vincent did nothing to exert control over her; she had long since proven her mastery to bring him pleasure and any intervention on his part could only hinder her progress.<br/><br/>As Mae continued her diligent work, Vincent could feel himself edging closer and closer to that proverbial precipice.  Each moment that passed made his breaths and cries more heated and desperate for the release that only his girlfriend could bring him.  Whether by design or coincidence, it was the several seconds that were the most maddening as he felt himself right at the edge of release without ever quite reaching it until he was crying out in sex crazed frustration as much as pleasure, unable to form coherent words in the torrent of intense ecstasy.  Finally, in an act of benevolent mercy Mae's lips caressed him in just the right way to finally allow all that overwhelming tension in his body to find an outlet as she brought him to orgasm.  Vincent's manhood erupting his seed into Mae's mouth allowing it to thoroughly coat his girlfriend's pallet while he writhed violently as the extra sensitive nerve endings struggled to bear even the most gentle of touches.