Pillow talk

Bear, while we’re basking after he pounded me into the mattress: “I’m not going to let you come this time.”

“Okay,” I say.

“I want to explain to you why,” Bear says. “Whenever you come like you did, I feel like I better give you an orgasm soon, like it might have been too long for you. And I want it to be completely my choice. I don’t want to be influenced in any way. So I’m going to let you come when I want to.”

I take a breath. “That makes me very excited and happy,” I say, as if the jutting erection between my thighs isn’t testimony enough.

Later that same day, we are kidding around, and our conversation goes back to the sex we had that day.

“I enjoyed that very much,” I say. “I hope you did too.”

“Eh,” Bear says. “I had an orgasm. Big deal.” He looks over at me sideways and grins slyly.

Unf. I know exactly what he’s getting, and I can’t have it, and I love it.

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