I nodded frantically, sobs flowing freely. My orgasm sat at the base of my cock, waiting to be dragged up. Every single nerve inside me was wound tight. “Cair…”

“Go on then, little one,” he purred, his hand snaking back up my torso, clamping my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before twisting the rosy bud. A hint of pain… “Come for me.”

Finally—finally—it hit me, that soul-rending crest I thought I’d never reach. I wept as my muscles locked up, and rush after rush of pleasure and relief tore through me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I barely noticed my cum spilling over my stomach and chest, or the water crashing over the lip of the tub as my vision grew black and starry.

A full-body tremor racked me, and I couldn’t find my balance. My chest was heaving, but I couldn’t catch my breath. Everything was swirling too fast, too high, and it felt as if I were drifting apart from my body.

No longer connected.

Desperate fingers threaded through my curls and tugged gently, angling my head until my neck craned backward. Another hand gripped my face, keeping me steady as lips devoured mine, deep and passionate, yet slow and deliberate. I wanted to twist to the side for a better angle, but I was rooted in place. All I could do was take each hot thrust of a familiar tongue, and drink down the air that was breathed into me, coaxing me back to earth.

Slowly, the fog cleared, and Cair released his claim on my mouth, drawing back just enough to bump our noses together in a gesture that, no matter how many times he did it, always felt more tender and intimate than the last. I floated back to coherency, able to appreciate the soft words he was murmuring into the sliver of air between us, sweet odes to his love and adoration of me.

My heart swelled.

“You with me, sweetheart?” he said, his voice piecing me back together.

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, my tongue managing to fumble over a simple hum, not yet able to form proper words. I was totally wrecked.

But in the best way.

He brushed my hair back from my eyes, the damp strands sticking to my forehead. “It wasn’t my intention to neglect your needs, sweetheart,” he uttered, the words tinged with apology. “I just don’t want to lose control. I can’t.”

Those words hit me like a ton of bricks, clarity smacking me sideways, and I felt a twinge of guilt well up in my chest, dampening my glow.