Kiss it and make it all better

His cock pulsed with want. Taylor was right, the pain was... far too great, some unbearable yearning that came directly from his soul. As she held him, she cradled the extension of his very essence, bared to the world.

For her.

"I think I know," Taylor whispered and lowered herself from view.

Taylor gathered her jeans and top and padded them into a thin cushion. She knelt into position and marveled at such a perfect alignment.

Zack's lungs relaxed, contentedly expelling their contents as Taylor welcomed him inside.

He burned in her mouth, splashing her saliva across him in an endless task of tempering him. His tip radiated the most heat, and Zack cried the loudest as she blanketed it in her lips. She kept a hand on the base and stroked with a gentle touch, pulling the heat towards her and steadying him in her task. With his glans quenched, her hand reminded her of his shaft, and she drew him in with generous care. Her lips rolled across him, memorizing every venous bulge and every skin flap. She accepted him, to the last detail.

"Taylor," he scratched in his throat. A loose hand slithered into her hair, then tensed in a grip. The vibration of her groan entered him and rattled his spine.

An eternity passed as Taylor upped the tempo, but her technique remained flawless. Each stroke of her hand, thrust of her jaw, and scrape of her teeth followed his contours and his shape. She had processed him, and delivered his ultimate desires. Personalized fellatio. He begged for release.

"Go ahead Zack, please," she sloppily said, reading his mind. She dragged her spit across his cock, puling it away from her mouth in long strands as she rounded him. Electric blue shone in her eyes. "Please, give it to me, my Zack."

He was engulfed again, and his hips bucked in a dry heave. She placed a hand on his stomach to calm him, implicit instructing him to let go. Zack still tensed, but the sudden caress of his scrotum **** him to ease. Taylor cupped him like the bulb on an atomizer, and then he sprayed.

Zack emptied his soul. Taylor swallowed his wants and needs, his loves and hates, his heights and lows, his most shameful thoughts and his most proud accomplishments. He blasted his being into her, again and again, and she rejected nothing of him. She wanted to feel his all, and long after the final blast, sh still coaxed the last of him with loving massage.

Zack couldn't stand. He collapsed to the floor, and into Taylor's aura. She gave him an exaggerated gulp with a smile.

"Thank you," she whispered, crawling into his lap. "That mustn't have been easy. Men don't think giving themselves like that, male pride and all."

He sought her warmth, burying himself into her torso. Some kind of obligation pushed him to keep the fire stoked despite being utterly sapped of any will, and his mouth relocated a nipple.

"Ah, Zack," she rasped, music to his mind. "Yes, please. Enjoy yourself. Let me feel it... What do you need now?"