Still Not Done

You’ve already pushed him past his peak, his body trembling beneath you — but it’s not enough. You grip his thighs and drive back in, your pace slower but no less hungry. “I’m not done with you,” you whisper against his ear, voice thick with heat. He twitches beneath you, already spent, but that only makes you want him more — to feel him writhe again, to take every last drop of resistance and make it yours.