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“Yes.” Kneeling between his spread legs, Eileen dipped the washcloth in the warm water then stroked it over his cock.
She tried to remain impartial and professional, like a nurse, but soon lost that battle. The man was leaning back, his eyes closed and the back of his head cradled by the top of the chair, in a posture of complete exhaustion. As the washcloth rubbed up and down his cock, he sighed softly. The amber melted away. Eileen’s brisk abrasions gradually turned to gentle fondling, stroking him from his balls to the slit head.
He had a beautiful cock. Not overly long, and nicely thickened, it was the perfect size and shape for sucking. As the washcloth glided over him, she imagined it was her hot mouth cleaning him, until she ached with frustrated desire.
She rubbed her thumb over the wet, velvety head. Was that a trace of sticky sap she detected? There was only one way to be certain she’d removed all of the dangerous substance.
Dropping the washcloth into the basin, she ran her fingers up and down the length of him. The man sighed again, and his cock twitched in response.
Eileen bent her head and opened her mouth, sliding her lips over the head of his cock. With her tongue, she slowly circled the delicate skin, tasting the faint sweetness of the dryad’s sap. She licked him until all she could taste was warm male, then slid her tongue into the slit, probing for any lost droplets of amber.
The man gasped and jerked awake.
“What are you doing?” he yelped.
Eileen reluctantly let his cock slide out of her mouth. The wet head bobbed tantalizingly in front of her, and she licked her lips, eager to take more of him into her mouth. But first, she had to explain.
“I washed off as much of the sap as I could. But the only way I can be certain it’s completely gone is to use my tongue. Human saliva dissolves the sap better than plain water.”
He frowned. “That doesn’t seem right. What if I didn’t have someone to lick me clean?”
“Any human fluid will do,” she admitted. “If you’d rather do it yourself, just make sure you spread your come evenly over your cock.”
The man flushed and looked away, then mumbled, “You’d better do it.”
“Do what? Make you come?”
His flush deepened, and he seemed to find the plants on her windowsill utterly engrossing.
“Well?” she prompted.
“Use your saliva. I have…difficulty coming. It takes a very long time.”
Eileen’s eyes widened. She’d heard of men who had trouble getting hard. But she’d never heard of any who stayed hard yet couldn’t come. She’d have suspected him of trying to trick her into sucking his cock, except he was obviously extremely embarrassed about admitting to his trouble.
She’d see if she could find any references in her books for such a problem, and if there were any spells or herbal remedies that might fix it. Later. First, she had a hard, wet cock to finish licking.
Running her tongue over her lips again, an eager wetness blossomed between her legs. She wanted him in her mouth, but if he really did have trouble coming, maybe he’d stay hard long enough to take her up the vagina, too. Her mouth watering at the possibility, she leaned forward, parted her lips, and let his wet cock slide inside.
She started where he’d interrupted her, pushing her tongue into the slit in the head of his cock. The man whimpered, and his cock twitched, thumping against the roof of her mouth.
Deciding that might be too much stimulation for him, she slid her lips further down his shaft, and licked the soft fold below the head. He sighed in pleasure, his skin warm and pliant beneath her tongue, over an inner core of ironwood.
Slowly, a quarter inch at a time, she crept down his length, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Each time, she stroked her tongue over, under, and around the newly devoured skin.
He was very vocal, moaning and whimpering with each sweep of her tongue. Her sex trembled in aching sympathy, clenching every time he moaned, dripping hot lubricant every time he whimpered. She’d never been so turned on by sucking a cock, and she redoubled her efforts, seeking her satisfaction in his bursting climax.
He didn’t come. She reached the base of his cock, then took a deep breath and relaxed her throat to let him slide all the way to the back so that she could lick his balls. She thought she’d go insane from the perfection of holding his entirety in her mouth, tonguing his balls in their nest of rough hair while the tip of his cock slid up and down against the back of her throat. The ache between her legs built to an insatiable demand that only this perfect cock could fill.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. His fists clenched the chintz cushion and his head rolled restlessly from side to side.
“Please,” he whispered. “Oh, please. I can’t take it. Make me come.”
Eileen pulled back, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. It glistened, red and wet and impossibly hard, bobbing and swaying gently before her. He flexed his hips, blindly seeking the hot cave of her mouth.
“No…” he moaned.
She stood and unzipped her j
