Fuck!
She would be the death of him if he did not stop what she was doing. He had to fight every inch of his urge to regain control, or he would have completely lost it.
"Not yet." He had something else planned, but he was not saying he did not like where she was heading. But maybe next time. At the moment, he wanted it to be about her.
Only her.
By all means, he had been physically intimate with a considerable number of women before. He had the pleasure of experiencing a variety of sexual preferences. Each woman was different from the others but equally enjoyable and satisfying. As far as memory served him, he had nothing to complain.
But, damnit!
He would admit he had never encountered anyone like her before. She was different from the usual women that caught his eyes. He felt different when he was with her.
