[Perhaps his hope is that she will forget this when morning comes, or that it will be foggy enough to permit him to fuel his denial. But he finds being soft with her more pleasant than he expected it to be. Not that he does not find himself tensing up several times as her mouth's vibrations dance over his skin. Only that there is a loving way in which he finds himself holding her head as he finds himself drawing nearer the edge.

...only to have it taken from him the next second. The cool air on his wet cock the cruelest sign yet of her trickery.]

...ever the delightful little tease. Even now. That side of you isn't even remotely the littlest bit cute.