I nudged him from the side of my bed, woke him up, asked if he wanted a shower. He mumbled yes. He looked so darn cute with his arms all tangled around his head that I snuggled up to him.
"You want a quicky?" he asked while I stared creepily at him, inches away.
YES.
Thirty minutes later I was giving him head and realized I had fifteen minutes to shower and get out the door for work. He apologized for the quicky turning into a longer session -- on the contrary, my dear, the more the merrier! I, however, apologized for him not having an orgasm...
We've shredded my mattress cover with all the sex I've had the past few days. That session that morning basically put it in ruin -- we'd switched positions, me on top, him on top, fast, slow, to oral. It was great. But.
In all the lovemaking we've had, he has never, ever, ever not come.
I know it's entirely not something to be caught up on, but I don't like that at all.
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