“I don’t have different lip bites.”
“You have at least four.” He adds a third finger and I whimper, my back arching, hips rocking with the movement of his hand. “There’s the concentrating bite. The worried bite. The trying-not-to-laugh bite. And then there’s this one—” His other hand comes around to find my clit. “The one where you’re thinking about fucking.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Maybe.” He works me slowly, deliberately, building it different from the first time. “And right now you’re doing the fifth type.”
“Which is?”
“The trying-not-to-come-too-fast bite.”
Damn him for being right. I am biting my lip, trying to hold back, trying to make this last longer than the embarrassingly quick first one.
“Don’t fight it.” His mouth is at my ear. “We have three more after this.Let go.”
The second orgasm builds slower but hits harder. I cry out and he holds me through it, my legs shaking so badly he’s basically supporting my entire weight.
“Two,” he says, pulling his fingers out slowly. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
“I might die.”
“I won’t let you die until we hit five.”
“How generous.”
He turns off the water and helps me out, then insists on drying me with a towel while I try to remember how my legs work.
“Can we lie down for a minute?”
“Of course.” He scoops me up, carries me to the bed despite my protest that I can walk. “We have all night.”
“Do we? Because at this rate we’ll be done in an hour and then what?”
“Then we start counting to ten.”
“I will actually murder you.”
He grins and stretches out beside me, pulling me against his chest. “Just five. I promise. But we’re pacing ourselves. These next ones are going to last.”
His hand tracesslow patterns on my skin while my heartbeat slowly returns to normal. He’s still hard against my thigh, occasionally twitching when I shift.
“Does that hurt?”
“What?”
“Being that worked up without... you know.”
“Coming?” He laughs at my expression. “You can say it, JuJu. We’re adults who just did very adult things in a shower.”
“Fine. Withoutcoming. Does it hurt?”
“It’s uncomfortable. But in a good way.” His hand slides lower. “Besides, watching you fall apart is almost as good.”
“Almost?”
“Okay, like sixty percent as good.”
“Only sixty?”
