A Bath

“You didn’t finish.” I objected as he was lifting me off. I clung to him, trying to hold on as he set me between his drawn-up calves. Making me brace my feet alongside his waist in the narrow space. He crossed his elbows atop his knees to look at me. “Don’t need to. I can enjoy it without.”

I turned my face to give him a suspicious look.

“What?” He laughed. “I can!”

“Can you, though?”

I always thought it was very aggravating for guys not to cum during sex.

“I just did.” He chuckled before mumbling. “Far better than spanking it in the middle of the night to the sound of your voice next door.”

No!

I gave him a horrified look. “That is not a thing!”

“Yeah.” He said dryly. Nodding solemnly. “It was. It’s torture roomed next to you. Knowing that only one wall kept me from having you.”