Page 55 of Sex Coach

Tearing my mouth from hers, I looked down and saw her wide, startled eyes. Tension emanated from her, bordering on fear. And the knuckles of the hand I had pinned over her head were white, bloodless. As if her skin had suddenly become scalding hot, I let go .

"Fuck...fuck, Michelle, I'm sorry." I pulled back .

She shook her head, as if coming out of a fugue and reached for me. "No," she said, her voice breathless, nearly soundless. "Don't...please don't leave me ."

The words were broken .

Harsh.

"No." Cupping her face in my hands, I kissed her. The bruising hunger I'd felt earlier had vanished. Now, I felt an ache, a pain that went straight through to my soul, but I couldn't explain that. I could fix this though. Maybe. A little. I kissed her again, soft and slow before murmuring against her lips. "No, I won't leave you ."

Slowly, bit by bit, she relaxed against me, under the soft, gentle kiss, and I shifted on the wide couch, rolling until my back was against the cushions. I couldn't penetrate as deep this way, but that was the whole point – I couldn't pin her down either, couldn't hurt her, scare her .

Don't go there, King, I warned myself .

Rocking against the cradle of her thighs, I slid a hand between us, seeking out the stiff, swollen bud of her clitoris. She was still slick and tight around me, the arousal still there .

I hadn't killed that, at least .

If nothing else, the need was still there .

I held off the climax, almost afraid of what would happen once this ended, using all the skill I'd learned over the years. Fighting my body's instincts and resisting hers, until both of us were shaking, sweating, all but dying for the release .

When it did end, I braced myself for the retreat, for her to jerk away and leave me there on the couch .

But she curled into me, sighed softly...and fell asleep .

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