I didn't understand. Why? Why now? He continued to give me butterfly kisses. His hand moved between our bodies and he found my clit, but as much as I wanted him, as much as I was feeling the magic of the moment I don't think I had it in me to have another nut. But he, he was so gentle as he stroked that little nub, back and forth. So gentle. No rush. No hurry. Just a slow flow of feeling. He didn't move. His body didn't move. He didn't thrust. He didn't push. He didn't withdraw. He didn't rock. He just rested inside me. He was simply there, filling...