He and I talked softly about how this had evolved for both of us from friends and my enjoyment of being his willing devoted sole source cocksucker to completely yielding up my body to him for the first time with any man and becoming his lover. He asked me if I would ever consider moving in with him. I told him my gut instinct was immediately yes but I had never let myself be emotionally invested in a man and I needed my head to agree. He said he understood and was sorry if confessing love for me was too much too fast. I told him to stop being a f****** idiot and remember all the little signs along the way that proved I felt the same, and told him every moment that I was talking about. I could not even look him in the eye as I said those things, I said them softly in his ear as I lay naked tucked into his arm. I told him that my difficulty in letting myself believe I loved any man, much less admitting it out loud, did not mean I did not feel it. That I would have never allowed myself to go from being his affectionate cocksucker to his complete lover if I did not feel it. Then I told him to let me show him what I felt as I cupped his testicles and slid down to s*** that beautiful thick c*** of his. He groaned and squirmed as I slowly sensually sucked his brains out thru that luscious veined fat upcurved c***. I mean I wrecked this man’s mind with my mouth as he cried iut my name as his hips lifted and his balls crawled in my grip. I returned to lay my head on his shoulder and asked him if he believed me now. I told him he needed to recover quickly and he certainly did. I told him I needed him to f*** me again and laid back and pulled ny knees wide up in the air. I whimpered as he stretched me with his entry but then moaned like his w**** as he slowly slid deep. It was long slow and loving as hips hips moved and I savored the exquisite sensations. I told him I never wanted this to end.