Alani began to rub him, encouraging him to go hard once more, as she dropped to her knees right in front of him. After years of fearing intimacy, of not being touched, of not trusting anyone to explore her body, she suddenly desired affection. She craved connection; and as his strength grew in her hands, her mouth watered. It was like she wanted to please him, to prove to him, that he didn’t have to go anywhere because she could be all that he needed. When she put her mouth on him, she felt him tense and then relax as she bobbed her head. Sliding along his length, barely able to handle all of him, she wet him, massaged him, as her tongue and lips put in overtime. Alani had never done this for anyone. No man had ever made her want to; but with Ethic, it felt natural, as if it was her sole purpose to pump his seeds from his magnificent flesh. His grunts of satisfaction and the way he bowed his head, as he placed both hands on the wall in front of him, made her confident that she was doing it right. She placed her hand on his solid thighs, bracing herself, as she felt him throb against the back of her throat. She wanted to go harder, wanted to swallow him deeper, wanted him to be the one calling her name. Alani wanted him to stay, not only for tonight, but for as long as he made her heart leap with delight just from his presence. She was showing him…right there on her knees…without any reservation. He was wet with her saliva and she moaned when she tasted the hint of sweetness on the tip of him. Normally, the idea of going further would have repulsed her, but she anticipated his release like a child anticipated an ice cream cone on a scorching summer day. He was her treat. To lick him was her delight. He provided healing to things that had been damaged long before the death of her child. When she was with him, she forgot that she was in mourning. She forgot the heartbreak that came before him. There had to be a reward for that. Maybe swallowing him would allow some of the happiness to plant itself inside her and grow within her. That way, she wouldn’t need him around all the time to feel joy. He was pulsing now, as one hand fisted her hair, his knees weakened. He had reached that point and Alani enjoyed every second, as she massaged him until the end. He pulled her to her feet, rubbing her arms up and down, as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed, as if he were in deep contemplation.

“I’ve taken this somewhere it shouldn’t go,” he whispered.

The statement stabbed her…injured her, and she placed her hands on his cheeks. “Look at me, Ethic.”