When he jerked and tensed up, she was convinced she had done something to hurt him, but how?  She had kept her teeth away from him.  His stuttering wasn’t much help either.  Her eyes not only locked with his, but she stared at him intently, reading what he was thinking there.<br/><br/>Relieved she wasn’t doing anything wrong, she continued.  This time her tongue circled him, the ways it would circle an ice cream catching all the drips.  Her tongue swirled and licked all around him, tasting ever inch of him.   The tip of her tongue ran the underside of his length to the very top and then her lips closed over him.  Little by little, a gentle suck, the flick of her tongue, retreating and then doing it again, she took him as far as she could into her mouth.<br/><br/>His enthralled gaze emboldened her, almost made her feel powerful and while she continued, there was no heat tinting her cheeks.<br/>