Looking down at her, it was clear that there was a fire in Darius' eyes. Control was something that he was used to, and the fact that her facial expression looked as if she might deny him only stoked that fire. She wanted to know what was not going to simply tip him over the edge of climax, and he had given her the key to<em>ripping</em>him over the edge. Having his ass teased and played with with her delicate fingers felt like the epitome of pleasure. He should have been watching, but there wasn't much for him to see due to the location of her hands. Laying back, he pulled his legs back and further apart to give his dearest Gwen all the room she possibly needed to enjoy and explore. The lines of musculature along his stomach could plainly be seen to twitch when she found certain areas of his anatomy that evoked more of a response than others.<br/><br/>Darius' breathing quickened, and he opened his eyes, peering down at Gwen when he felt her hand move and cold air wash over the wetted skin of his shaft. His face was flushed, the a low-pitched moan he let out reverberated through his body as he felt her mouth sink down until her nose pressed against the short hair a the base of his cock. Immediately, he tensed under her, body clenched at the unexpected wave of pleasure. It took a few seconds of physically trying to relax, but eventually he got to the point that he could force words out.<br/><br/>"My talented, eager little whore." There was very little to the word in his tone that pushed the meaning towards derogatory. If anything, a note of pride laced heavily with pleasure was to be taken from it.<br/><br/>As soon as the words escaped, Darius felt the ripples of muscle and intent as she started to swallow around him. Fists clenched, white-knuckled in the thick bedcoverings as his mouth opened in a small "o". And gods the<em>sounds</em>she made around the base of his cock. The vibration and stimulation of yet another sense is what undid him. He could feel his ass clench under her exploring fingers as his cock swelled in her throat. A sound, more of desperate pleasure unwinding all at once, escaped as his hand found its way into her hair, holding her for fear that she might pull away. After the first initial hard waves of climax rolled through his body, his grip softened, allowing her to take the last remaining ripples of his essence wherever she chose, be it face, chest, or to remain in her mouth. She would be able to feel every pulse, and every wave of heavy pleasure that tore through him thanks to the new link that their physical selves shared. She would have no doubt as to the effect's she'd had on him with each roll of her tongue and exploring fingers.<br/><br/>Every muscle in his body was sore from the straining that he'd done, and he felt himself melt into the bed, riding out the fairly regular aftershocks that caused his cock to twitch.