A dark, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He stayed exactly where he was for a while longer… holding her, still fully inside her, letting the last soft flutters of her first orgasm fade and settle into her body.
Even though every instinct screamed at him to start fucking her again, he held still.
His cock was right on the edge. The tight, rhythmic milking of her first orgasm had pushed him dangerously close. If he moved even a little… if he dragged his cock through those soft fluttering walls even once… he knew he would blow.
Thick cum would flood her on the next stroke, and the session would peak too early. He didn't want that, at least not yet.
After all nothing compared to the first orgasm of a proper fuck.
The first true climax of a long encounter always burned brighter when it had been patiently cultivated… when desire was allowed to deepen instead of being spent at the first opportunity.
