He pulled his fingers out, and I whined mournfully, squirming against the gentle friction of his palm that was both perfect and not nearly enough.

"Ah, God. What? Say what?" I said, laughing helplessly, having forgotten what it was I was even supposed to say. Or maybe I wanted to draw things out, just a little bit more. Playing with him had always been what I really craved. I'd learned from him that great sex was nothing if it wasn't fun.