“Can you come like this?” he asked.
“I’m nearly there. God, Hunter, I’m so close.”
He slowed, and I cursed him. “No, please?”
“You won’t forget this.”
“I need to come,” I whined.
“Calm it down. Let it go and we’ll climb again. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
He gave me the time until my breathing slowed and the potential of an orgasm faded. Three more times he took me to the edge, then pulled back. I felt crazed, my body shaking, my words almost incoherent as I begged and cursed him. The final time, he stayed at the slow, measured pace he’d used at the start. My orgasm grew like a sea surge that started beyond the horizon, slowly gathering strength as the ocean swelled on its collision course with the shore. We rose together with it, climbing and climbing until clinging to each other we hit the rocks and the momentum exploded with our cries.
He emptied his orgasm deep into my body and I took it, gripping him, milking him for every drop he had.
“Mine,” he said, biting my shoulder.
“Ours.”
“Yes, ours. Forever.”
THE END