The kisses were wet and sloppy and Hope knew what came next, too. Even though her body had had orgasms, it wasn't the same as having him inside her; it was a little addicting, listening to him coax himself to the edge, helping him do it, and then feeling him stop. She knew he liked it, loved it even, that feeling of not coming, but she also liked the way his cock felt inside her. As much as she said she didn't like edging for herself, she was part of it, too, when she let him tease her. This was something she liked.

"Good boys don't come," she reminded him tenderly, fingers stroking through his hair as she pulled back to look into his eyes. "Good boys stay hard and needy and don't come unless they're told they can."