
We'd been seeing each other about six weeks, five of them mostly in bed. She usually set a frantically passionate pace once we got going, climbing all over me and urging me to thrust everywhere into her, and when finally we'd both gotten sated, bitten, scratched, and covered with each other's juices, when finally I was exhausted, she'd be pleased but somehow restless. After we'd made love she'd often lie there with her head on my thigh and "play doctor" as she called it. How different from before our relationship. This morning, however, the reasoning was not in my thoughts: my thoughts centered on my aching need, all I could think about was wanting to cum.
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Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think it had to do with patience.


being teased and brought to a peak over and over without release, for several days in a row, was another thing entirely.
