“We have plenty of time. But for now, I want to play with this pussy. I didn’t get to do it justice last time.” I press the pad of my thumb against her clit, watching her closely to gauge her reaction.

Solange jolts. “Yes, Dean. Please. Rub me there.”

I rub back and forth, then trace a circle over her clit, repeating the sequence because she appears to like this more than anything. She parts her lips, and her moans grow louder. And fuck, she’s contracting around me so tightly I’m going to detonate any minute now.

The faster I rub, the harder she rides. My damn toes are curled, and I’m sweaty and so fucking hard. Breathing is optional. It really is. It’s just Solange and me and this feeling I want to savor all night.

I squeeze my eyes shut, summoning the concentration necessary to bring her to orgasm with my fingers. Solange’s moans and breathy sighs are all the encouragement and direction I need. But then I feel her hands running through my hair, and I lose focus. Seconds later, I’m sucker punched by an even stronger swell of emotion when she leans forward and kisses my forehead. I don’t have a name for it, nor do I want one. Still, I can see why an experience like this would prompt someone to blurt out their feelings, to trot out a litany of promises they can’t keep. But that’s not me. That’s never been me.

“Dean, I’m so close,” she says. “And I want to come so bad.”

I groan. Her honesty in this moment is disarmingly sexy. I want this to be good for her. I want to surpass her expectations. I want her to carry the memory of this morning with her into tomorrow and next week.

“Touch yourself,” I say. “I need my hands free.”

She dips her hand between her legs while I withdraw. Then I grab on to her ass and move her up and down my cock again and again. My arms are burning, but I’m not stopping until we’re both wrecked.

“Yes, Dean. Yes. That’s it. Oh God. Please, please, please don’t stop.”

The base of my dick is tingling, and my orgasm is so close I can practically taste it. “Fuck, Solange. What do you need?”

“I need you to do exactly what you’re doing,” she says, her breasts pushed together as she continues to stroke herself. “I’m right there.”

I gather all the energy left in my body and pump with abandon. I’m on fire. Unstoppable. My only task in life is to make her come.