As Cleo had said, initially they fight it, and by his strain he was definitely fighting what she was doing to him. He tried to pull her back in his arms as she slowly lowered to her knees.
"Shouldn't we sit?" he asked unsure.
"Does it matter?" she whispered huskily right before she engulfed him deep into her oral cavity.
He gasped and she was positive she saw his leg vibrate from the passion she had erupted in him. Her eyes closed as she remembered Cleo's detail instructions, moving her hands inside his thigh, between his legs and around his buttocks as her mouth hungrily worked to bring him to please. She kept her teeth securely covered by her lips while she also kept a firm grip on him. While doing all of this, she moved her tongue voraciously around the tip enjoying how his body was fighting then succumbing then fighting.
Just when he was giving up the fight, she slowly crept her fingers up and gently pulled at the base of him. The whimper of mercy from him made her smile and brushed her teeth mistakenly over the sensitive tip. He grabbed the door handle for balance as his legs almost buckled underneath him.
She gasped as he filled her mouth giving her no choice, but to swallow as his large shaft pulse between her fingers and lips. A film of sweat covered his entire body and intimately enjoying the scent of him, she buried her nose into his blonde hair loving the soft feel of the follicles on her face. His member was still hard, but somewhat drained, yet she had a feeling if there was more she had promised him, nothing would stop him from laying her on this floor and taking her until the morning dawn. Reluctantly she took a deep breath testing the rawness of her lip and the soreness of her jaw. He was backed in the corner of the door.
Nicole went so far and to carefully adjust him and fix his pants, then gave him a simple kiss on his chin. Soon as she drew away, those intense greens opened and held her gaze. She felt her breath catch in her throat. It wasn't fear she felt.
His arm drew her into him molding her body against his, then he kissed her forehead, eyes then trailed his wet tongue down until he entwined the tip with her. She moaned softly be able to please her very much if given the chance.
What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you doing?
Pushing away, she wiggled desperately out his arms. She could tell he wanted her back, but when he stepped towards her she stepped back two paces and held up her arms as if that could stop him.