[He's always liked that he can push you to say his name like that, and this time is all the more thrilling given how compromising his position actually is. At any other time, in fact, he might have withdrawn, might have let his hand stroke you off as he whispered sweet requests for you to fuck him into your ear, or over your skin.
Tonight, though, is different. Tonight, he's withdrawing from your length, letting himself catch his breath just over the tip of you, and then looking up to watch you - wait on you - again. He can't seem to breathe right because his mouth is still tingling from the taste and feel of you in it, and he's positively shaking from the effort of holding back from rubbing himself off on those sheets. Pleasuring you has done nothing in the direction of settling him down.]
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Tonight, though, is different. Tonight, he's withdrawing from your length, letting himself catch his breath just over the tip of you, and then looking up to watch you - wait on you - again. He can't seem to breathe right because his mouth is still tingling from the taste and feel of you in it, and he's positively shaking from the effort of holding back from rubbing himself off on those sheets. Pleasuring you has done nothing in the direction of settling him down.]