Some men are vocal. Matt, for example, is deliciously vocal. But many men are quiet. A guy friend of mine claims this is because men first learn to orgasm in extreme private, often jerking off in silence to avoid detection. Maybe that’s true – I don’t know. I just know that some men say dirty things and groan loudly when they come, and others come very, very quietly. And I’m sure the same can be said of women.

Andrew is quiet. Maybe, then, it’s this image I have in my mind of him first orgasming in private that turns me on. I imagine him hidden from his parents and sisters, tucked in the back of a closet or maybe flat on his back in bed, roughly working his cock under the covers while his family sleeps. I think of those dead-quiet spasms and twitches, the come flooding his adolescent fist and making him blush.

So when I’m between his legs lapping at his cock and I hear his silence crack with a soft moan, my pussy throbs. I want more from him. I want him to lose control.

He was moaning when I was stroking his cock with both hands, and I drew the experience out, maybe unfairly. I wanted to draw it out for as long as he could handle, so I alternated my rhythm and pace, using my hands and the deepest part of my throat, and when his heels were digging hard into the mattress, I reached for a condom, slid it on, and then put his cock inside me.

And then he was vocal.