He knew that was the most naked part of me…

My face was covered with a cool, beaded sweat, and my mouth was half open from pure lust.

My pink tongue was drenched, and my mouth was watering…

He watched me go through the paces of a good frigging…

The frigging he himself was administering to me. And I loved it!

"Ohhh… aaahhh… ooooohhhhh…"

"It feels so good, doesn't it…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"You want to come, don't you…"

"Yyyyessss…"

"Are you going to…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Tell me… when…"

"I'm going to… I'm… going… to…"

"Now?"

"Yyyeess… I'm going to…"

And it was just at that point he decided to remove his fingers from me…

All at once!

I couldn't believe this move… this man… this behavior!

He was about to get me off…

I guess I mean he was about to let me off… to give me the relief I so dearly sought…

And then he took his hand away…

And it was almost too much for me to bear…

I just couldn't stand it…

I was begging him now…

"Please… don't… don't do that… like that… please… don't…"

"What's the matter, Justine?"

He was talking to me as if I were a little child! I couldn't believe the nerve of this man!

"Get… get me off… please… get me off… please…"

"Not yet," he said, softly.

"Why… ohhh… why…"

And then, it was like a dam breaking.

I couldn't stand any more.

He'd done it.

He'd broken me down…

Weakened my defenses.

Gotten to me.

And I didn't care.

Or rather, I did care, but I cared the right way.

Because I knew now that my first instincts about him had been correct.

He was gorgeous, and he knew what he was doing in bed.