The Secret

 “Good things come to those who wait.” Rufus’ tongue traced the shell of her ear, and then dipped inside at the same moment he tugged on her nipples. She bucked into his next thrust and nearly came.

Rufus knew her body so well, knew all its secrets and erogenous zones. He was expertly stroking his shaft inside her, rubbing over and over the tender bundle of nerves that quivered in delight.

Rolling his hips, he screwed into her, exploiting other spots. She made a plaintive sound, on fire for him, desperately infatuated. Her fingers cramped with the grip she had on her pillow, her head thrashing against the driving need to orgasm.

He could get her there just by rubbing inside her, the only man who’d ever been skilled enough to give her an intense vaginal orgasm by which she had nothing to compare to.

“Don’t come,” he repeated, his voice hoarse.

“Make it last.”

“I c-can’t. I