"Do you want a breather?" I volley back, looking over at him with an easy grin. My smile softens as he speaks, and I nod as I turn my hand over to lace our fingers together. He trusts me enough to tell me what he wants, and that means the world to me.

"I can do that." I lift our hands to press a kiss to his knuckles, biting softly at the meat of his palm as I watch his face. We've burned the fervor out of our system, and now we'll be able to take it slow. I can work him back into a frenzy over time, using my mouth and my hands and my cock.

"Hmm, I have some time to plan," I say in a low rumble of a voice, biting at the tip of his thumb as I curl my other hand around his wrist, sliding my thumb along the inside of his forearm. "So many possibilities."