A small shiver rolled through Darius at both her actions and words. Gwen was so utterly willing, and seemingly enjoyed keeping him sated. It would most definitely be a welcomed facet of her personality when it came to their pairing. "That is one thing you never need to ask permission for, nor assume that a choice needs to be made." He couldn't help but arch slightly as she dragged her finger along the underside of his cock. "However, I can see that you're exhausted. So I'll help speed things along."<br/><br/>Carefully, Darius eased out from under her body, and pressed Gwen onto her back. Once she was settled and comfortable, he easily straddled her chest, resting on one knee as he knelt above her. Cock, still smelling faintly of her essence brushed at Gwen's lips. One strong hand reached down, and wrapped around the thick base of his shaft and began to stroke. Darius' other hand braced himself against the frame of the large bed so that he was leaned over her, allowing her to see each muscle that was tautly outlined against his skin while he stroked. Taking his hand off the headboard, he reached for her hands, guiding one to his ass, and the other to his balls, which were already heavy.<br/><br/>"The only reason those hands come off of me is to take over while I cum, or to rub your clit should you feel the need... understand?"<br/><br/>Darius lowered his hips, pressing the tip of his cock against Gwen's lips, clearing expecting her to open and do as she had been told.