“Give me more than that or I’ll stop.” The edge in his voice only heightens the thrill. I whimper as I search for my words and an orgasm in the same moment. “Y-your hands on mine… they’re warm… strong. Safe.” His movements pause. “Safe?” I nod and his ministrations pick back up, this time with less furious urgency and more… reverence. So I tell him that, too.
