"Remove your hand," he repeated. "I don't want to." "Adrianna, I can only hold on for so long before I snap. There is no going back once that happens. I will not be able to control myself." I wasn't sure what that meant, but I acted like I did. "That's okay." "No, it is not. The things I am thinking right now," he said, and swallowed hard, "I should be appalled at myself." "Tell me." "Fuck, no." "Please… " "No." "What if… what if I tell you what I'm thinking?" I whispered, squeezing the tip of his penis.
