A shooting star.

It’s for her. Everything I do—and am—is for her.

“Feels good,” she breathes.

Relief floods me. The last thing I want to do is trigger her, but it’s an ever-present possibility.

“Rock your hips for me,” I order. “Tease yourself.”

“Mm.”

The moan cuts off, but my cock flexes in response. Slowly, I guide my hand along the length. After so long without sex, Echo’s gasps are enough to make me come with hardly any stimulation.

“I’m stroking myself,” I tell her. “Slow and steady.”

She whimpers, and I squeeze the base of my cock to stop it getting over-excited.

“Can I use it on my clit now?” she asks.

I stifle a groan. I want to make her beg. To instruct her to hold off until she’s desperate, but that isn’t what she needs right now. Making sure she finds pleasure in sex is the most important thing.

“Do it.” I pump my cock more quickly as her breaths grow increasingly ragged.

She keens. “Oh, my God.”

Pleasure zaps up my spine and a spurt of precum dribbles out the head of my cock.

“Touch your entrance,” I tell her. “Lube your finger and tease yourself.”

“Ty.” Her voice is strained.

“You can do it,” I croon. “Just the tip. You can stop whenever you want. Just try, baby girl.”

A shaky breath. “O-okay.”

Another click. The buzzing continues. And then she sucks in a breath.

“Relax,” I urge. “Breathe out and let all your muscles go.”

She exhales softly.

“Keep circling your clit with the vibe.” If she’s distracted by pleasure, perhaps her mind won’t travel down any dark rabbit holes.

“I am.” She definitely isn’t as relaxed as she was earlier. “The tip is in, but I can’t relax.”

“Close your eyes. Keep breathing in and out. In for four, and then let it all out at once and soften your muscles. Ready? One, two, three, four…”

Her breath gusts out. “It worked.”

I chuckle. “No need to be so surprised. I have some good ideas.”

“Are you still…?”

“Touching myself?” I ask gruffly. “Yeah.”

“I want to hear you come.”

I clench my jaw. “Only if you come with me.”