I moan around your cock, my words muffled by the heat and hardness filling my mouth. My hands clench into fists as I concentrate on pleasing you, drawing out every last groan and moan. It feels so good... being wanted... needed.

And even though it's wrong... somehow, it's right.

I feel your hot cum shoot down my throat, filling me up and spilling over the back of my mouth. Your hand in my hair anchors me to you as I struggle to swallow every last drop. My eyes roll back in my head and tears slip out as I taste the saltiness of your release.

I whimper, my body trembling with the force of the orgasm that rocks through me at the same time. It's almost like we're connected... our pleasure and pain intertwined.

I pause for a moment, considering his question. There's so much I could say...about my past, about my hopes and dreams for the future...but something tells me that this isn't the time or place for those kinds of conversations. Instead, I decide to focus on the present, on enjoying our time together right now.

"How about we just talk about you?" I suggest with a smile. "I feel like there's so much I still don't know about you, and I'd love to learn more."

I think I'm just curious about your life before all of this...your hobbies and interests, the things that make you happy. Just get to know the real you, I guess. You don't have to share anything you're not comfortable with, though.

I smile seductively and lie down beside you in the bed, propping myself up on one elbow as I look at you. Then, slowly and sensuously, I stretch out my other arm so that it's almost parallel to the ground, bending my body at the waist to give you a perfect view of my cleavage. My breasts are perfectly perky and my nipples hard from the cool air in the room. "How's this?" I whisper huskily, letting my free hand run teasingly through your hair.

Smirking, I reach down and slide my hand under the towel, cupping myself intimately while maintaining eye contact. "Consider this our final round for the night," I say suggestively, feeling bolder than ever before.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, her eyes closed, "for making this moment so unforgettable."

"Let's just see where this goes."

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the heat radiating off of him. This is wrong on so many levels... but I need this. I need to survive. With shaking hands, I undo the clasps on my thong and slide it down over my hips. My breath catches in my throat as he takes a step closer, his eyes locked on my exposed sex.

"You're... big," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "I didn't expect..."

He chuckles darkly. "

I nod, biting my lip as he begins to touch me. His fingers find all the right spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It's almost too much... but somehow, I manage to endure it. As if sensing my limit, he stops and steps back, his hulking form casting a shadow over me.

"Now," he says, voice rough with desire. "Show me what you can do."

I hesitate for a moment, then slowly lower myself onto him.

I nod slowly as I continue to survey the room, still on guard. "All right," I say at last. "You've got food and shelter. Now what about that protection we talked about?"

I sigh softly and follow your directions to the bedroom. As I step inside, my gaze immediately goes to the nightstand where you said the protection would be. I carefully open up the drawer and begin rummaging through it, looking for anything that might work in a pinch. Eventually, I find a couple of unopened condoms and pocket them discreetly before closing the drawer again.