Off the Mark

You feel him lose control — the tightening of his muscles, the involuntary thrust of his hips. You ease back, expecting the finish… but nothing touches you. You blink as warm jets spurt past you, missing your skin entirely. It lands above you, on the sheets, across his belly, everywhere but you. The heat, the tension, the visual — it still leaves your body humming. But there's a strange emptiness in the space where his release should’ve met your skin. The moment hangs there, charged, yet untouched.