Gently, I raised a hand and stroked it. Tracey shivered and a wicked grin spread across her face. 'Go on. You seem to know what you're doing.'If...she believed in me then why not. I lowered myself and placed another finger slowly on her clit. With that hand I started to manipulate her and with my other hand I took two fingers and slowly plunged them into the ether of her sex. Her breaths came in short shallow gasps and she clenched the bed covers tightly. True, this was my. It hurt a little, but felt so fucking good as well. “Mmm” was all I could say as his mouth continued to massage my own. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of my pussy. I could feel him slowly thrusting in and out, fucking me. I tried to move my hips, wanting them to meet his thrusts. I did not want to be like a lying duck. He stopped kissing me and gazed down into my eyes. I gasped lightly with each thrust in. I wanted him to go a little faster. “More,” I whispered.He was eagerly going. ‘A French name would be appropriate,’ he told himself. He had told her his name but she had not seemed to care, and while he could easily just go into her thoughts and find out for himself, he preferred for her to give it to him willingly. As a sign of trust. Rhys glanced at a small, yellowed picture that seemed watch him from the coffee table. Black and white eyes stared back at him intently, not smiling or telling anything. ‘What do you think her name is, Eli?’ he asked the picture. The photo. "A blowjob isn't technically fucking," she removed the cock from her mouth to reply, no doubt very pleased with herself for finding a loophole. Her hand had replaced her mouth stroking me softly while she said her peace. Then the hand disappeared and the sucking started again.It was different this time, though. The technique now devolved into her mouth pounding on my cock so eagerly that you could swear that it was the last thing she'd ever taste. "MMM, mmmm." she the satisfied moans came."Easy.