Patience. “Tonight,” I say with a promise sealed with a kiss on your lips before straightening to tuck my shirt into my slacks. xnx It’s still only evening, afterall. I can’t last long under your ministrations and cum hard enough to nearly buckle my knees. I don’t want to hurt you, or myself, and you’re still clenching often and hard enough to make that a possibility. I reposition myself, watch you bite your lip, and then hammer at you, driving you down into the bed hard, and deep, and each thrust punctuated by a gasp or moan or squeak from you, and the occasional grunt from me. You hate when I do that…. It’s still only evening, afterall. Your hammering heart slows, then skips a beat as you finally see me standing beside the bed, undressing.
