He shuddered and started to come, and fuck, but I didn't want to pull off.
I wanted to swallow it all and milk every last drop out of him, have every bit of him I could, but I had plans for his come.
I took over with my hand, staring at him in helpless, spellbound desire as he squeezed his eyes shut, dug his teeth into his lower lip again, and spilt into my palm.
I slicked my cock with it, biting my own lip to keep from coming myself.
Laurie whimpered, his eyes open again. "That might make me come if I hadn't already," he whispered. "Fuck."
"That's the idea." I leaned down and kissed him, long and slow and sure. He opened up for me without hesitation, and his arms wound around my back.
I lost myself in the slick play of his tongue against mine, in the deliciousness of his swollen lips, savouring the gentle stroking of his fingers on my back as much as I was anticipating the way I was about to have him.
