The cool stream water did nothing to stop the fire burning in me.
The longer I stared at the heavy throb of his cock beneath the wet fabric, the harsher the heat I had managed to suppress for a few minutes surged back.
Ugh.
I staggered.
I couldn't even stand still and my body was growing limp again.
My knees buckled, and I dropped forward into his arms, my body trembling so violently that my teeth clattered like I was freezing, but it was the opposite.
I burned so much that cold sweat began to pop up over my forehead, neck, and shoulders.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but my chest was heaving.
I could feel his heartbeat raging as well. He was also in a hard situation, having to stay calm and wait for me to give my consent before he went any further.
This says a lot about him, even if he did have that Playboy energy at the start.
