
You know how when you’re reading a really good book you never want to put it down? Just keep going. Just a little more before you call it a night. An hour later you’re still going strong. Captivated by the words and the scene playing out in your head. That’s how I feel when I have you at a particularly fine edge, my tongue gently finding just the right spots on your clit to massage and tease. After every edge it’s “Maybe just ONE more.” But then when I feel your clit bouncing, your cunt squeezing and hear you try and stifle another moan I can’t help but think, “Maybe just ONE more.”
At this rate the novel of your denial is too good. I need to finish before letting you go. The twist? Another page gets written after every edge. There’s no end in sight. So I’m going to keep on “reading.”