Part Eight - Arabesque
I can't hold on much longer, I'm about to come. Try to hold back for his sake, but it's impossible; the way he rides me is unlike anything I ever had with Allen. It's like DaoShi knows my body far better, knows me far better; it's like his touch alone is enough to set me off. I'm dry tinder to his spark, mere putty in his hands. No one's ever made me feel like this. No one's ever made me come like this, with such staggering magnitude. I shake all over, the moans from my throat rising in volume as I'm driven to near despair. But such a good despair. I spill, hips thrusting forward to take him deeper, legs spasming, lips numb and tingling and begging for his kiss, for his teeth to bring them back to life.