Deepthroating

Joan grabbed at her boyfriend's hips and **** more of his swollen cock into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed at the underside and she was unable to prevent herself from drooling a little. She held herself there for a moment sucking, then had to retreat for air. She stroked the slick shaft in front of her as she panted a little. Connor looked down at her work with a grin.

"That feels amazing, Joan. Thank you!"

She smiled back, then engulfed his dick once more. She fought to go deeper, and Connor stared into her brown eyes as she pushed herself. There were still several inches left outside her lips as he felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She sucked harder, and he unconsciously grabbed at her hair. Joan appeared not to mind at all, but Connor took care not to pull at her hair or to **** her onto his erection any more than Joan was pulling herself. He took a moment to check how she was feeling.

Connor still couldn't precisely explain what he was doing, but it was easier and easier to "feel" women. Joan was obviously enjoying herself, happiness and love were predominating. There were undercurrents though. One, Connor recognized, was a thrill at feeling submissive or dominated. Joan wasn't just enjoying pleasuring her boyfriend or the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth, but being on her knees in front of him as he held her head in place at his groin. The other feeling he noticed was worry. Joan was concerned about something. Not hugely, but it was there.

"Are you ok?" Connor asked, pulling Joan off his cock for a moment. A line of saliva was left for a moment, hanging between the throbbing tip of his erection and Joan's lips, and Connor found the sight very, very hot.

"Yeah, but... I want to try to take you all. I'm not sure if I can. I think I've been doing a good job so far, and I don't want to ruin it now." Connor shushed her and stroked at her hair as he replied,

"Go ahead. You've been amazing so far. If you want to try taking all of it - of me - then go ahead. I'm sure you'll be great." Connor felt his powers working for a moment, and sensed that knot of worry disappearing.

With that, he pulled her back onto his cock. She opened her lips, slid down the length of him, then as he bottomed out Joan swallowed him even deeper. Her eyes widened and watered, and Connor made an effort to keep his hands in her hair relaxed and not to **** her any deeper. In a few seconds she had every inch of him down her throat. Joan's lips pushed against his pubic hair, her nose pressed against his belly and her tongue pushing out slightly to tickle the skin just in front of his ball-sack. It felt fantastic, and Connor heard himself moaning in pleasure. Joan moved back and forth for a moment, then retreated so that she could breathe again. She kept up the suction the whole way, until just the head of Connor's cock was left in her mouth, bringing up her hand to stroke the shaft as it emerged.

She got her breath back, then swallowed Connor's stiffness several more times. The pressure of Joan's throat accompanied by the work of her tongue and hands felt so very good, but more than that it was the look of adoration and submission in her gaze.