“You know I didn’t want to do this, right?” the man asked.

Jennifer didn’t respond. She just kept stroking. Nice and slow, up and down, her hand on his cock squeezing soft but insistent. Talking seemed a little difficult right now, with all her focus on his cock. The sensation of it took up most of her mind.

“I just… I needed to do something,” he said.

Her other hand caressed his thigh. He was so warm, so rich and full and present. The world felt thin and insubstantial, too distant for Jennifer to pay it any mind. She felt the pressure of the floor against her knees, the kiss of the cool air on her naked skin. She felt his cock hum with life as she stroked, and stroked, and stroked.

“You understand. Right? Please, tell me you understand,” he asked.

“I understand,” Jennifer said, her voice slow, throaty. She didn’t, not really. She wasn’t sure what he was referring to. But she had his cock in her hands and his words in her mouth, and that felt so deliciously right that she shivered with a slow, liquid ecstasy.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he said in a small voice. “I didn’t know how else to make you stay.”

Jennifer edged closer, her body rubbing gloriously against his spread legs. She let the head of his cock dance across her tits while she stroked. Lose her? She couldn’t imagine what he meant. Who would ever leave this sort of pleasure, this absolute certainty of purpose? Her place was here – on her knees, at his feet, servicing his cock.

“Oh,” he said, stiffening suddenly. Jennifer didn’t stop her stroking – she just kept her same pace, slow and loving, mind spiraling down the drain of her pleasure and his pleasure. He groaned, low and gasping, and he was cumming. Jennifer felt the hot spatter of it on her chest, her neck, and she felt her pussy twitch in twinned pleasure. 

He sagged, and Jennifer let her hands fall onto her thighs, kneeling attentively as he caught his breath. He looked at her, blinking twice, amazement in his eyes.

“I love you,” he said. “I really do.”

“I love you,” Jennifer said, and again she savored the taste of his words in her mouth, his thoughts forming the shape of hers, “Master.”