Off the Mark

You feel him tense, his breath hitch, the telltale stutter of climax. You ease back instinctively, expecting the heat to strike you — but it never does. The first spurt arcs past your shoulder, followed by more that scatter harmlessly over his stomach and the sheets. Not a single drop touches you. Still, the sight of him releasing so hard, so helplessly, leaves your own body flushed and aching. The tension lingers in the space between you — raw, unsatisfied, but thick with need.