But I wasn't ready to finish yet. Not like this. The build was perfect, the ache turning to ecstasy, but I wanted more—for her, for us. I let it go on for another minute, savoring how she was losing herself, her body shifting restlessly beside mine, thighs rubbing together like she was feeling the echo of pleasure between her legs.
Finally, I tightened my fingers in her hair—just enough to still her. "Wait," I whispered, voice strained. "Stop for a second. Come up here."
She pulled off slowly, reluctantly, her lips leaving me with a soft pop, glistening and swollen. Her eyes were glassy, breath coming in pants as she sat back up beside me, body still pressed close.
"Did I... do something wrong?" she asked, voice husky, a little dazed.
"No," I said, shaking my head, my hand sliding from her hair to cup her jaw. "You were perfect. Too perfect. I just... need to see more of you."
