He stood motionless, struggling to maintain control. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. He rode the hot edge of his orgasm, consumed by the now of it. This moment. Then this moment. Then this moment. Pearls on a string.
The fire in his loins and belly receded, just barely. He rubbed his hair trigger length back and forth across the slit of her lips, recklessly tempting the edge of his orgasm closer again.