I’m Really Dumb When I Want to Come
“I need you to say I can.” I reached my arms around his neck, my fingers lacing into his hair. I was so fucking close. I just needed him to say it.
He made me wait a few more seconds, and I could tell he was focusing on his own release. Primal groans escaping him. “You may come,” he said finally.
His words struck me like a bolt of lightening, triggering a cascade of orgasms between us.