Blood rushed in his ears for many reasons: the sensation. The heat. The drive toward that wonderful precipice. But there was something special in hearing her praise him, this time. She'd done it before; she'd praised him for not biting people, for fuck's sake. And yet now it mattered almost as much as her arch and the way she trembled in her grip.
He wanted her to feel good.
He wanted her to praise only him.
Maybe it was pathetic. Maybe something was switching off or changing in his mind, pushed toward some new idea by his continual returns to this place and the fact that every time, his life was in her hands. He didn't know. He wasn't that smart.
But when she tightened, he lose control of his voice, and groaned, and dropped his hand. The pads of his fingers found her clit, rubbing in quick circles. The way she shivered and tugged at all of his cock said she wanted more and he hurried to give it to her, even as his feeble control over his own orgasm was slipping through his fingers. He was a young man; the only reason he hadn't come yet was because he'd already done so earlier.
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Date: 2018-07-21 12:24 am (UTC)He wanted her to feel good.
He wanted her to praise only him.
Maybe it was pathetic. Maybe something was switching off or changing in his mind, pushed toward some new idea by his continual returns to this place and the fact that every time, his life was in her hands. He didn't know. He wasn't that smart.
But when she tightened, he lose control of his voice, and groaned, and dropped his hand. The pads of his fingers found her clit, rubbing in quick circles. The way she shivered and tugged at all of his cock said she wanted more and he hurried to give it to her, even as his feeble control over his own orgasm was slipping through his fingers. He was a young man; the only reason he hadn't come yet was because he'd already done so earlier.