You can’t make noise.” Frustration wracks my body as he restarts again. After another agonizingly long and delicious 15 minutes, I feel his tongue...between my thighs. It slowly traces patterns between my folds and he whispers into my skin, “I want to hear you say my name.” Automatically, my voice bursts forth with his name and the sounds of ecstasy that only he can provide. I feel the build-up of my release coming and my thighs tighten around his head, but he pries them open with one hand and. After having sex one day, she told me she was ready to make a decision. She told me that she did want to get rid of her house and move in with me. And that she definitely wanted the sex to continue like there was no tomorrow, and that we could bring some romance into the whole ordeal, but that she did not want to be classified as a couple, and that she wanted to continue doing little dating. But nothing serious.I figured, hell that works for me. So she moved in and we began this lifestyle. Her hair was combed into finely woven curtains of silky smooth? what? Crimson, maybe? Black cherry? There was a hint of color in her hair but it was hard to discern it at first. Like a sparkle you only catch on a second glance, but it was there, and it was as gorgeous as the rest of her. A strained expression of surprise was painted across her face, as though she’d just discovered that the cat that had wrecked her fine china was actually a magical beast, or some equally-trying miracle. It was. They were short quick kisses. So, Cindy thought he was just being caring."Feeling better now?" he asked smiling. He had dried her cheeks of almost all her tears.Cindy smiled, "Yes, thank you."She thought he would release her but he didn't. What he did next took her by surprise. He mouth kissed her again. But this time he held the kiss, and kept slipping his tongue again and again into her mouth. Afraid to offend him, Cindy let him tongue her mouth. He kissed her like that for a full minute, his.