"I'm old enough to be my own grandfath--nn," and his head tosses to the side. Burr knows exactly the right spots. The most clumsy of men will just hammer at him until they come; then there is another sort, who know to feel for the spot deep inside, know to vary and angle their thrusts. Still another, who know and understand the importance of the little nub near the front of a woman's slit, and who are willing to give Alexander's cock the attention it needs. Any of those might enjoy burying their head between a woman's thighs.
Alexander himself had been a very attentive lover, and by (what he now realizes was) the end of his life, he knew Eliza extraordinarily well. She often experienced female paroxysms. And yet, Alexander had still started to suspect that she'd been faking it, especially early in his time as a whore, because sex wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it seemed to her.
Burr gets him there. Love obviously makes a difference too, but Burr hadn't even found that necessary. He had Alexander coming on his tongue in moments, and he still can do just the same, without even heat to ease the way. He's the only one who has ever cultivated and attuned the exquisitely sensitive places just barely within him, not just trying to get past them as fast as possible. He is the only one who has found Alexander too tight for penetration, when he is nervous or too in his own mind or preoccupied, and who, instead of using his tightness for pleasure, took the time to loosen and distract him until he could be penetrated with glorious ease.
"You said I could have a guest room, if I did not wish to be your lover," says Alexander -- "but there is no world where your lips and your tongue and your fingers and your -- your cock, Aaron," a breathy sound, "are here, and I don't try to have them all the time. You could find anyone, young or old. They would but have to grace your bed to crave their return..." Bites his lip. "It won't take much, I'm so sensitive now. Even a brush of air will make my nipples go tight. I think you could have me grinding on your thigh, and if you caressed them even with the most delicacy I would climax for you. I would grovel for it. But you just give it to me--"
A slow breath in. The pleasure rolls over him, drawn from where Burr tongues just inside him out to where he caresses the tip of Alexander's cock. It seems as though Burr is some magician, subtly channeling the energies of Alexander's body. His hips lift, and he comes in a slow, warm wave, so long that he can breathe through it, hook his leg over Burr's shoulder and sigh as the delicious sensation ripples down his body.
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Alexander himself had been a very attentive lover, and by (what he now realizes was) the end of his life, he knew Eliza extraordinarily well. She often experienced female paroxysms. And yet, Alexander had still started to suspect that she'd been faking it, especially early in his time as a whore, because sex wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it seemed to her.
Burr gets him there. Love obviously makes a difference too, but Burr hadn't even found that necessary. He had Alexander coming on his tongue in moments, and he still can do just the same, without even heat to ease the way. He's the only one who has ever cultivated and attuned the exquisitely sensitive places just barely within him, not just trying to get past them as fast as possible. He is the only one who has found Alexander too tight for penetration, when he is nervous or too in his own mind or preoccupied, and who, instead of using his tightness for pleasure, took the time to loosen and distract him until he could be penetrated with glorious ease.
"You said I could have a guest room, if I did not wish to be your lover," says Alexander -- "but there is no world where your lips and your tongue and your fingers and your -- your cock, Aaron," a breathy sound, "are here, and I don't try to have them all the time. You could find anyone, young or old. They would but have to grace your bed to crave their return..." Bites his lip. "It won't take much, I'm so sensitive now. Even a brush of air will make my nipples go tight. I think you could have me grinding on your thigh, and if you caressed them even with the most delicacy I would climax for you. I would grovel for it. But you just give it to me--"
A slow breath in. The pleasure rolls over him, drawn from where Burr tongues just inside him out to where he caresses the tip of Alexander's cock. It seems as though Burr is some magician, subtly channeling the energies of Alexander's body. His hips lift, and he comes in a slow, warm wave, so long that he can breathe through it, hook his leg over Burr's shoulder and sigh as the delicious sensation ripples down his body.