The concentration on his face nearly finished me before he had truly begun.
I caught his wrist.
“Slower.”
“Why?”
“I would prefer this to last longer than ten seconds.”
“Would ten seconds be humiliating?”
“Only to my reputation.”
He laughed.
His laughter mingled with desire until the intimacy became almost unbearable.
I guided him once more, then released his hand.
Noah continued.
He watched my face.
Not the mechanics.
Me.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
“Do you?”
“No.”
He leaned over and kissed my chest through my shirt.
My body tightened.
I placed one hand behind his neck.
“Green?”
“Yes.”
His strokes grew surer.
I tried to control my breathing.
Failed.
He noticed every failure and seemed to enjoy them.
“Did I do this before?” he asked.
“Often.”
“Did I know how much you liked it?”
