I lie there and breathe. I won’t move until she lets me. I could really move if I wanted, but I won’t.

I feel the tears return as her hand moves down, then up, ghosting over my right breast, avoiding my hard nipples, tracing in circles. I feel her lips press to my arm, then her teeth, gently nibbling. I moan. Love when she bites.

“Shane.”

“Hmm?” Her hand descends again.

“So good.”

“Yeah?” is all she says. I can tell she’s smiling.

“Yeah.”

Gently, delicately, with utmost finesse she teases her way back to my *****, hovering, lingering, teasing. I’m wet there, flowing, and when she pushes her fingers inside me, she hisses at the slickness.

The sound makes me high, makes hot friction rise in me, makes my heart quicken. The fact that I can do that to her, when she is the one who gave it to me in the first place, makes my ego soar.

She does me again, and it takes forever. I’ve never had a quick refractory period, and I’m not sure why she’s doing this, but I know without a doubt that it’s where she wants to take me, so I go without a bit of resistance. I want to taste her, to kiss her, to make her come, but now, more than that, I want to give her what she needs, want to yield to her.

She is in no hurry. She stretches her right arm under my neck, making herself comfortable. I guess it’s a hairdresser thing but the strength of her left hand amazes me. She’s got stamina. She’s like a ***** toy with batteries that never run low. The clock flashes three before I come even close, trying not to bite her arm too hard. The last thing I wanna do is hurt her. Her leg tenses and pulls mine back harder. I’m panting and keening like a *****, spread like this, my ***** so engorged it aches. I can feel the sheets wetten under me.

“Shane. Please! Oh!”

I hear her chuckle softly, a soft sound lost in the roar of my oncoming *****. The sounds I’m making please her. Good, because I don’t think I could stop. So close, god, she’s rubbing me just right. “Ohgod. You’re killing me. Please. I’m gonna come so hard!”