He's beyond grateful that she's willing to let him come without judging him on his speed, because at least there's not a Guinness Book of World Records for most disappointing finish looming over his mind now, and when he comes, the mild yowl of pleasure could sound like an alley-cat in heat, but in his defense, he feels really, marvelously, very good being in her. "Just," he breathes out, heart still rabbiting on. "No faking it," he pleads, because he'd like to think that he's very capable of bringing a woman to satisfaction.
Even now, sated and not willing to move much, he knows he can't just leave her hanging. "What do you want me to do, to help?"
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Date: 2017-07-02 12:54 am (UTC)Even now, sated and not willing to move much, he knows he can't just leave her hanging. "What do you want me to do, to help?"