when you've been away from your femme for so long, she forgets how to cum. she tries her absolute best to help you settle back in, wanting so badly to take care of you because she knows how hard you've been working while away, but her body just won't let her. every graze of your fingertips against her skin feels electric, making her breath stutter and her heartbeat pick up.
she keeps helplessly shifting and squirming against you while you're sitting on the couch together, until you finally pull her flush against you and ask what’s wrong. you can see the embarrassment hit her as a deep blush floods her face, her lips parting as she tries and fails to get the words out.
"i need you to speak up for me, bunny," you murmur, your hand resting heavy on her hip, anchoring her down.
finally, she looks up at you with wide doe eyes, telling you exactly what you’ve been waiting to hear all night. "please... i couldn't cum without you."
you can see the absolute depth of her desperation the second those hot tears start forming in her eyes, her voice cracking as she whispers, "i need you to remind me..." and you realize right then exactly what your job is; to lay her out, take total control, and remind her exactly what it feels like when you're stretched out inside her. jet lag be damned.
