Exactly where both of them expect.

He might have nodded, or his head might have bobbed. Naomi chose to interpret it as a nod. She slowly, carefully unzipped his jeans. Like a jewel thief trying not to trigger an alarm, she pulled out his semen-streaked member. Naomi had always wondered what it tasted like.

Not bad, she decided. She was slowly, luxuriously drawing her tongue up and down his shaft. Probably better fresh.

"Oh my God," Davin moaned. "Oh my God, that feels so good!"

So he was a sextalker. Naomi normally didn't like sextalkers, but she would gladly tolerate it from Davin.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." he was panting. He looked down at her and twisted up his face. She couldn't figure out whether it was positive or negative face. He closed his eyes

"I want you to feel good," she purred.

"I want you to feel good too," he said and did she ever! All of the sudden she was wet, and flushed, and panting. She coughed slightly on his member and he opened his eyes. "You ok?"

"I feel good," she said. "You wanted me to feel good, so I feel good."

"Ooh yeah, like a control thing?" he said. "Yeah, uh, I command you! Feel pleasure for me, ****!"

Naomi laughed huskily at his bad joke while obeying it.

"Yes, very good! Now come-"

His monologue was cut off by a loud, shocked grunt from her. She had curled up on the floor, and it didn't look like she was breathing. Her face was scrunched up in the most hideous-

"Ahhh!" A staccato yap, following by a few more. She was slowly relaxing and uncurling. "Ah- ahh- ahhhhh, Oh God, Oh Christ, oh fuck me that was good."

The terrified Davin rushed to her side. "Are you ok? Did you have seizure? I was trying to find something to stick in your mouth so you don't bite your tongue." He held out his hand. There was a beer coozy in it.

Naomi chuckled, then laughed harder. It figured that Davin wouldn't recognize what he just witnessed. "Davin, what did you tell me to do right before I had my seizure?"

"Feel pleasure?" He was holding up his hands as if afraid of her.

"You told me to come."

"No," he said in protest. "That's not what a girl orgasm looks like."

She successfully resisted the urge to laugh again. "Every girl's different."

"But you can't come whenever I tell you to! Like, what if I told you to come again right now?"

"I would ask for some ibuprofen, because my thighs-"

"Come!"