As he laid her down, Candy braced against him and rolled them gently so she was on top now. Her hair cascaded around them like a curtain as she leaned down to kiss him again, and her fingers drifted down to stroke him—slow, smooth, deliberate.

He was already hard again, aching.

She looked into his eyes, and whispered, “Let me take care of you.”

And then she slid slowly down his body, her lips trailing heat across his skin.

She took him in her mouth slowly, deliberately sucking on the tip of his cock, moaning softly as she tasted his precum.

John groaned, one hand in her hair, the other fisted in the pillow.

She paused at the tip, letting her lips close gently around the tip of his cock, tongue flicking beneath. Then she slid down further, deeper, wrapping him in her mouth in the warmest, slickest embrace—mimicking the soft rhythm of her pussy and his cock being inside her.

She used her mouth like it was her pussy—tight and warm, soft at first, just the head, teasing him with little sucks and the velvet flick of her tongue.

Then she took him deeper, not all the way, just enough to make him feel like he wants to fuck—then slowly eased back, lips gliding smooth, and the suction perfect.

Her rhythm built gradually—like waves. More suction. Then a little more throat. Then the back of her tongue, brushing his tip in ways he didn’t know could feel so good.

John cursed under his breath. "Fuck… Candy…"

His hips arched just slightly, trying not to thrust, trying not to take control. His hands stayed gentle, barely resting on her head, as if scared to interrupt the divine rhythm of her giving.

She moaned around him and that vibration made him nearly come undone.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “Jesus Christ… don’t stop…”

Candy didn’t stop. She didn't know how.

She hollowed her cheeks just a little more, played with pressure, and gliding and licking, and just then decided she was going to do long strokes and deeper, and deeper into her throat, deeper, she just needed to breathe a little bit.

He was completely lost.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, barely holding on.

She looked up, eyes glinting, her mouth still wrapped around him.

And he knew—he would never forget this.

And never want anyone else.