The woman's hand wraps around the shaft, feeling the pulse of life, the throb of desire. She strokes, slowly at first, then faster, harder, as his breath comes in ragged gasps. His cock grows impossibly harder, straining against her palm, begging for release. She can feel the tension building, the heat radiating from him. She leans in, her breath mingling with his, her lips a whisper away from his. "Not yet," she purrs, pulling back just as he's about to explode. She loves the game, the chase, the tease. And she knows he's loving it too, even as he groans in frustration, desperate for that final, blissful release.