The motions are (far) less exploratory now, still cautious but no longer tentative, with the deliberate act of refinement.

Like sharpening a blade, or polishing a stone, she is eager to understand what I like, and how I like it. The grip on the base of my cock is tighter and she is (more) in control. Her senses are trained less on my eyes and the expression on my face (although she steals a glance every now and then, peering at me through a veil of hair) and more on the (not so) subtle responses my body demits. The swipe of her tongue directly underneath the head makes my hips rise. The press of her upper lip gives me a shudder. The warmth as she takes me into her mouth causes my balls to tighten and my breath to quicken.

She’s a very keen observer.

Learning the effects her motions have on me, she sucks my cock until I am on the verge of cumming, my fists clenching bed sheet and pillow, my ass lifted off the bed and clenched tight, nearly bucking against her face. It’s as if her tongue won’t stop swirling over the head and probing the tip with her hand on the base of my cock, slick with the drool escaping from around her lips and I am tipping further and further over the edge. Loose curls of blonde hair cascading like a pom-pom bouncing up and down, she continues to suck harder, swirl faster, and I felt myself bumping up against the (squishy-soft) back of her throat.

We hadn’t said anything since we tore our clothes off and I didn’t dare to break the silence with a word so I held her head with my hand (maybe a little too forcefully) to slow her down but she shook it off at the top of her stroke and plunged back onto my cock, slurping harder (and noisier) (and wetter), and this was a lesson for my own refinement, that this is what she wanted:

The head of my cock buried deep in her mouth and a grunt escaping my clenched teeth, eyes open but blinded by the pulsing release of cum (one, two, and maybe three) with her soft whimper between the gulps and heavy breathing through her nose. A final lazy swipe of her tongue against me as my heart breaks with the release of her lips and mends (so quickly) with the act of her vaulting herself up my body and those same lips placed on my mouth, that same tongue against mine, and the salty aftertaste of cum mixing in with her sweat, strands of hair, and desire to please me.

And a discovery: it was what I had wanted, too.