Dorian would have to learn on stroking that ego as well as she stroked his. His eyes were still closed when her kisses broke, he had just started to open them to see what she was doing when she made him tighten his grip on her shoulder and bit his lip a moment.

A muffled groan escaped him when his cock found itself buried in the hot velvet depths of her mouth. Sex had been a long time yes, but he couldn't even remember the last time someone had done this... could he? Maybe it was a whore he couldn't recall and didn't dare try with her beautiful mouth wrapped around him.

"Sweet merciful death..." He stole THAT from Anne Rice. "You are trying to kill me." he whispered the need in his tone and the way his hands grasped her shoulders for support.