The angle he presented to her, hovering just so, allowed her to openly admire his fine physique.  Muscled without being bulky, sleek, and deadly like some sort of large predatory beast. She found herself wondering between suckles and licks if he would purr should she stroke him. Of course the sounds he was making were rather enjoyable as well. They stroked her ego wonderfully especially considering she was not the most experienced of lovers. Thankfully she had plenty of natural talent to make up for it.<br/><br/>Coaxed by his demands she began to massage and gently tug at his heavy sac while her other hand kneaded the flesh beneath it. Her eyes locked on to his as he spoke, it was obvious by the sparkle in them, that if she could she’d be smirking in agreement.  Gwen had no qualms about being at his beck and call for as long as they continued this arrangement. There was something intoxicating about being wanted so completely by a man like Darius.<br/><br/>Her mouth opened wider to allow more movement as his hips began to roll pushing him ever closer towards his second climax of the evening. One hand had moved away from him for just a moment to rub her throbbing clit, easing the slow burn of desire and allowing her to focus on his pleasure for the moment. The red head’s breathing was growing heavy and her nipples were tight as desire reawakened in her tired body.<br/><br/>This was not about her though, not now, it was about him. With that thought echoing inside her mind she began to suckle quickly both hands never ceasing a constant rhythmic motion that seemed to match his thrusts. She wanted more as well, it showed in her body language, in her eyes as she gazed at him. ‘Give me more’ they said ‘let me please you, it will please me as well’.