[She gets bolder, and he barely has enough time to anticipate the increase in both pressure and speed. He has to stop jerking himself entirely just to adapt to the sensation, his breath catching on the outward exhale she forces him to take.
His hand is damp the next time he attempts to draw it across his cock, and the realization alone has him shuddering down his spine. He's supposed to be following her lead, but too much obedience to that request would have him finishing far before he wants to. He wants to draw this out, make it last -- there was no telling when the bond would manifest again.
But in the same light, there was no telling when it would disappear. Attempts to draw this out could very well leave him helpless in wanting, which seems an even worse fate.
So he tries again, finding her rhythm and pulling himself closer and closer to the edge. When he catches the way she runs her opposite hand across her thighs out of the corner of his eye, he nearly bites through his lip.]
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His hand is damp the next time he attempts to draw it across his cock, and the realization alone has him shuddering down his spine. He's supposed to be following her lead, but too much obedience to that request would have him finishing far before he wants to. He wants to draw this out, make it last -- there was no telling when the bond would manifest again.
But in the same light, there was no telling when it would disappear. Attempts to draw this out could very well leave him helpless in wanting, which seems an even worse fate.
So he tries again, finding her rhythm and pulling himself closer and closer to the edge. When he catches the way she runs her opposite hand across her thighs out of the corner of his eye, he nearly bites through his lip.]