Every alarm bell in my brain starts going crazy, deafening me as the realization dawns on me, and the lust fueled haze subsides a little. I’m on the verge of complete surrender or complete panic, my body ready to self-combust, starting to come to terms with what the hell I am doing, when he just stops. With an instant halt to all of it, he pulls away.

He moves back off me, rolling to his side, resting his face against me, his body relaxing fully. He mumbles something incoherent and returns to deep heavy breathing, while I pause and wait, scared to move or breathe, and realize he has been...