Page 12 of Devotion

I hear his breath hitch as I undo the other buttons quickly and move his underwear out of the way so I can pull out his cock.

He’s half aroused already, which is a deep relief. He’s got to be at least forty, and some men his age take a while to get going.

I have less than seven minutes left.

He shifts in his chair, edging closer to the front of the seat, which makes it easier for me to lift his penis into a convenientposition. I stroke him a few times with my fingertips, pleased when he continues to harden at the light touch.

I glance up at his face and see that he’s still gazing down at me, breathing heavily and gripping the armrests. He’s more flushed than ever now, but he gives the slightest of nods.

I take the gesture for permission. I adjust myself on my knees and lean forward to slide my lips around the tip of his cock. I suck a few times and angle my eyes up to check his face.

He’s closed his eyes again. His lips are parted. He makes a very soft sound in his throat as he hardens the rest of the way in my mouth.

That’s faster than I hoped for. I let him slide out, reposition my lips to block my teeth, and then take him down again, deeper this time.

His whole body twitches. When I check his expression, he’s opened his eyes.

The look isn’t lustful in any way I’ve understood before, but it’s something. He doesn’t look away as I establish a rhythm of sucking and bobbing my head.

His cock is a decent size, and it fills my mouth. He swims and bathes every day, so he’s clean, but it’s been hours since he had a shower, and he smells natural. Distinct but not unpleasant. I breathe him in as I work him in my mouth.

His inhales are sharper and faster now. His exhales are louder and thicker. He’s really hanging on to the armrests, and the muscles of his thighs on either side of me are tensing up. I re-angle my neck and take him a little deeper.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps as his hips give a noticeable jerk.

That and a slight shuddering in his cock are enough to give me the sign. I let him slip out of my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base of him and squeezing a few times as I let him ejaculate on my face.

Some guys are weird about having their semen swallowed, and I don’t actually know what he prefers. In my experience, this is the safest bet with men. They often like to get their partners messy.

Gabriel’s face twists with pleasure and relief as he jerks through his climax. He makes almost no sound at all. Nothing more than those wet, raspy breaths. He spurts out more ejaculate than I expect. It’s all over my face by the time he falls back against his chair, his body warmer and softer than before.

I wipe my right eye to clear it as I carefully tuck him back into his underwear and trousers and refasten the buttons. I’ve got a minute and a half left, so I stand up and move behind him again so I can massage his shoulders with the remaining time.

He’s definitely more relaxed now. His breathing gradually slows down. His eyes are closed.

My body pulses and my cheeks are warm as I finally let my hands drop just as the clock hits the ten-minute mark.

“There,” I say, pleased that I still sound calm and composed. “Ten minutes. How do you feel?”

He opens his eyes as I walk around his chair. He takes a couple more breaths before he says, “Good. Better. That did help.”

“Oh good. I’m glad.”

“So do I… Should I do you now?”

I’m not capable of hiding my surprise. “No! Of course not.”

“Why not? Shouldn’t it be reciprocal?”

“It is reciprocal. You take care of me, and I soften your life. I make you feel good. You’re never responsible for pleasing me physically.”

“But that doesn’t seem fair. Don’t you want… something yourself?”

I shake my head and meet his eyes evenly so he can tell I’m speaking the truth. “No. I don’t. That’s not what being a partner is about.”

His mouth twists briefly before he relaxes it. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

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