"I don't like that word — obsessed. It's a little harsh, don't you think? I'd rather say, 'I'm preoccupied.' 

"I mean, what am I supposed to do? 

"Forget the way your wrinkled dickskin grew taut when my palm cradled it? Forget how your tongue bewitched my nipples, spoiled my clit?" 

"You're the best goddamn fuck of my life and then leave?"

His eyes stop watering. He quits trying to scream with my panties puffing his cheeks. His cock still pouts, but restraints encourage him to evolve into acceptance.

"No. As long as I'm still breathing… you're mine."