[ He's watching you the whole time, gaze focused on the look on your face, on the way you're moving in his arms. He slows down the way he's getting you off deliberately, until his hand comes to a stop and he only movement left is the way his thumb is caressing the tip of your dick.

Warm lips press against the edge of your cheek, close to where your ear begins. ]

Let's not rush this. [ That's his hand drifting lower so that he can fondle your balls, while his own hips shift right up against the small of your back where his own erection is growing distracting in his pants. ] I want to draw this out.

[ His voice has dipped lower, to an almost hushed degree. ]

Do you think you can hold back for me? [ Nuzzling your neck again, your scent getting under his skin and into his blood. ] Just until you really can't anymore?