I’ve mentioned quite a few times that I’m a bit like a stereotypical man when it comes to orgasms. I come once, hard, and then I lose interest. I’m done.
When I came at least twice with him each time, my pleasure was multiplied by watching him realise that that was about him.
It was not ‘a thing’ he did (though there was that too), it was just… him. And I could see the realisation dawn on him over the short time we had together.
‘I did this…’
‘She’s not normally like this… I’m sure she said that…’
‘Holy fuck, it’s me. I DID THIS!’
‘OH MY GOD THIS IS ABOUT ME!!!’
*laugh* Oh god. The revelation was so fucking good.
And yes. Yes it was totally about you.
** I found this in my drafts and am not sure who it’s about, so I guess the ‘who’ doesn’t matter anymore.