Chapter 45. So Fucking Tight!

"Rissa" Bernard groaned as he lifted her legs to cinch around him. "I can't seem to know how to control myself around you. I am a man of control. When it comes to you, though, I seem to lose grip of my self-restraint."

He sighed and moved away from her. Marissa let out an involuntary sound of protest, but he held out his hands to prevent himself from grabbing her again.

"We do not have to do this right now, you know?" He said tightly "We can postpone this to later," he said, torn between the desire to have more time with her and assuaging his needs for her.

"Please don't say no," he thought as he looked at her flushed face.

"Do you want us to do this now, Marissa?" He asked softly

"Is he asking that right now?" Marissa thought when she could form coherent thoughts.

She supposed it was gentlemanly of him to ask, even when his desire was so evident to her and when that was supposed to be the highlight of this evening anyway. She opened her eyes