Sairis's POV
The ache of Sairis's impending orgasm bordered on unbearable, but he gritted his teeth and fought his inevitable climax. He didn't want to come yet. He had waited too long to feel like this.
Everything about this was so, so right. Loreen's cock inside Sairis, and this perfect, natural surrender.
Surrender. That was it. Like no one before him. Loreen subtly, quietly, demanded complete surrender, and Sairis gave it to him. He wanted to. He needed to. If Loreen had asked him to, Sairis would have knelt at his feet and begged Loreen to let him.
Sairis was completely at Loreen's mercy, and there was never a more liberating moment than when he realized that. He had always had to hold something back when he had sex, but not now.
"Fuck, Sair…" Loreen's strained, breathless voice made him shiver. "Oh my God, you feel…" his fingers twitched in front of Sairis's cock, and he moaned as he forced himself into Sairis again and again and again.
