The question hung between us like a scalpel pressed to the final thread of the bond.
I stayed straddling Justin’s lap, his throbbing c**k buried deep inside me, the neutral sensitizer keeping every sensation raw and overwhelming. The midday sun blazed through the high windows, illuminating every tremor in his exhausted body. His thighs shook violently. Sweat rolled down the hard planes of his chest and abdomen in heavy rivulets. His c**k pulsed helplessly inside me, leaking steadily, denied release even as I took my pleasure.
I rocked against him slowly, deliberately, grinding down in deep possessive circles while I forced the question into the light.
“The question asked,” I whispered against his ear. “That is what I need from you now. Not silence. Not endurance. A choice.”
Justin’s go
