I catch his wrist before he can pull away.
“Do not decide for me.”
His eyes meet mine.
“Then tell me.”
“I want you to keep going.”
He studies me for a second, then leans in and kisses me.
The kiss is deep and gentle, his thumb still moving over my clit while his other hand slips beneath the shirt and closes around my breast.
I moan into his mouth.
Everything builds faster than I expect.
He knows exactly how to touch me now, which seems deeply unfair after one night.
I break the kiss.
“Zain.”
“I know.”
His mouth moves to my neck.
“I’m close.”
“Good.”
I almost laugh, but then his fingers change pressure and every thought disappears.
My hands lock around his shoulders.
“There.”
He keeps the rhythm exactly the same.
My body tightens.
“Zain.”
“Let go.”
I do.
The orgasm hits hard enough to make my eyes close, pleasure rolling through me while he keeps touching me through every tremor.
When I finally open my eyes, he is watching me.
Calm, except for the erection pressing against his shorts.
My gaze drops.
“No.”
I blink. “No?”
