"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. I tucked another strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her jaw. "You're doing everything right. It's me. Hand stuff feels great, but sometimes it's not enough to… finish. Especially when I'm this worked up."
She bit her lip, glancing down at where she held me—still hard, still throbbing in her grip. "Because of me?"
I nodded, voice low. "Yeah. You've got me so hard it hurts a little. Not in a bad way—just… need more."
That hit her, I could see it—the flush deepening on her cheeks, her thighs pressing together again. She didn't pull away; if anything, her fingers curled a little tighter, like she wanted to fix it. "What... what would make it better? I don't want you hurting like that. Not because of me."
I searched her face, making sure she meant it—no rush, no push. "Something warmer. Wetter. Like... if you used your mouth, it might relieve it. But you don't have to. Seriously. This is already more than enough."
