To the finish

He is forcing me to live in this moment.  I smile with his innocent texts and blush at the dirty ones.  They are perfect for where we are right now.   I have to ask how he likes his hand jobs and take the time to give good head.  I let him work me up without the easy escape.  It’s hard not to rush him.

Is there a time table?

Why do I care?

This feels right.

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