As he traced my body lightly, sending shocks and tremors through me, teasing, pleasing, maddening, i doubted i could handle much more. He seemed to know this. As he seemed to know all my limits, my desires, my very thoughts.
And despite the need i could feel growing within him, he seemed content to stay as we were, wringing every tremor and every jolt of pleasure from my body that i could stand, and even more i could not.
Eventually he stopped his tender torture, and as he and i prepared for sleep, i noted that while it was still there, the oversensitivity from earlier had eased. I wondered.
Had my comfort been what had keep him here?...