"I need your mouth, ma'am," he finds himself saying as he runs his hands over the head, shuffling his hip instinctually.

  "My lips wrap around the head of your dick and I suck hard, licking at the slit." He grunts a soft fuck. "I pull away for a moment before taking you fully into my mouth. I bob my head and set a low and steady rhythm of sucking and licking." He moans as he shuffles his hand over his length, trying to imagine how her mouth would feel wrapped around him, the licking and swirling of her tongue around his length. He could almost feel the warm suction of her mouth and before he knew it he realized that he wouldn't last long.

  He panicked when his cock hardened further. He couldn't cum or he would be punished.

  "I grab your ass with my hands and use my grip to bob my head over your length, making sure you are not able to thrust down my throat." He could almost imagine her gagging on his impressive length and let out a giggle.

  "What was that, love?" she asked tensely.

  He bit his tongue when he realized what he had let escape.

  "Ma'am, my cock feels like it's in heaven down your throat. I don't know how you haven't gagged yet." He closes his eyes and hopes she doesn't stop. He is so close.

  She breathes.

  "Are you bragging? Do you want me to leave you in this state so that your blue balls get to your head and turn you insane?" She may have sounded angry, but she was anything but. Today was about him. She would have given him as many sessions as he wanted, but she wouldn't let him know that yet.

  "No, ma'am. Sorry ma'am."

  "You know what? I'm not going to go for a rhythm you like… I will do as I please."

  'Huh. So this was all for my pleasure? But thinking of her is too stimulating… the pace doesn't even matter.' She told him the pace to follow, playing a song in the background to distract him.

  "Can't you feel the tightness of my throat around you? I know how long you have waited for my mouth to be around you. I am going to swallow you down… swallow every drop of cum that is rightfully mine." Sated from her session, she didn't feel the need to attend to the tingle between her thighs. Instead, she concentrated on the shortened breath and growls he produced as he fisted his member.

  "I push my head down, taking you in and massaging you with my throat. One of my hands snakes down to palm your sack and stroke you as I continue to suck." He chanted 'yes's and 'fucks' as his balls tightened, indicating that his orgasm was near. She could hear it in his voice, too. "Now… I rake my teeth along your protruding vein." He reached down and ran his finger along it and exploded.

  He imagined pouring himself down her throat as he rode out his orgasm, his hips gyrating as he emptied himself. She stayed silent, observing every breath he took and sighed in relief. She was glad that it wasn't a bust. At least, she could make him cum even though her attempt was subpar at best.

  "I think I am falling in love with you," he said out of the blue. It had been silent on both ends, them ruminating over what had just occurred.

  "I think it's the post orgasm glow talking," she laughed, not taking the words to heart.

  "No, Rin, I am being serious. I am halfway in love with you." These words had an effect that all the provocative ones didn't. She was shocked beyond belief. In reality, she didn't think it possible that he would feel the same way as her, that 'she' had attracted someone as much as they had attracted her.

  "I think…" she paused, wondering if this was all a joke and if she was just going to embarrass herself by saying the words out loud. "I think…" she had a few seconds to decide what she was going to say. There was no backing out, now. "I think I am halfway in love with you, too." Her voice was low and speculative, almost testing the reaction of the person on the other end of the call.

  Cage sucked in a breath. Surprise colored his face and he turned to look at the mirror. He was grinning ear to ear and his heart was thumping wildly in his chest.

  "I want to be fully in love with you," he declared. This time, it was her turn to be surprised.

  "How… how do we do that?" she asked softly, confused by his sudden statement.

  There was shuffling on the other end. She waited patiently for him to come back. It took some time.

  "I had read this article about an experiment done by actual researchers. It says that there are thirty six questions that you can ask to fall in love. I think they have clinical proof." He sounded so excited that she couldn't say she didn't believe in such a thing. She wanted to fall in love with him, too. Whoever he was, he was the one for her.

  "Send me the link. Let's do this. Let's fall in love, Ray."——

  Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

  "This is a hard question to answer. Does it continue to be so hard or does it get worse?" Cage was already flustered, and this would go on for the next thirty six days? Well, whatever it took.

  "I think it gets worse," she said in a small, contemplating voice. Actually, she was quite excited by the prospect of getting to know him better.

  "Well, let's go ahead, then," he said. "I'd invite former President of the United States, President Obama." Katherine chuckled upon hearing the answer. "I really like the man and his humor." He defended. "We may or may not have differences in political opinions, but I admire the man for his views and the way he talks. I think he would have hit it big if he were a comedian or an actor, but he chose what he did. I really like him." And that was the end of his little rant. It seemed that he really did like the man. It was far from the answer Katherine would have given. Her reasons were shallower and somewhat embarrassing.