Yet that night had ended on a bitterly sour note. A tragic finale to a passionate and beautiful encounter. I certainly didn’t want that to happen here. Yet with Arturo working my shaft with his greedy mouth, I could very well climax soon, as Gregor had done, repeating the pattern from that evening all those centuries ago.
But unlike my ancestor, this wasn’t my first sexual encounter with a man. Over the course of the past week, Skylar had performed fellatio on me countless times and with adept skill, and I now had enough experience that I could hold back my orgasm when I focused on anything besides the handsome face at my groin. So, wanting to break the cycle, to make this event entirely ours and not have our lovemaking become an exact duplication of Arturo’s night with his ancient lovers, I managed to squelch the urge to shoot.