"Fifty eight seconds"  His voice was husky now.  He took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself.  He clenched his entire body trying to keep the pleasure from passing.   He eventually gave up on the slapping and gave her hair another good yank, this time not bothering to keep her there.  He just let her go and continue her work.<br/><br/>He laughed.  She reminded him of a mouse, biting at him quickly and hungrily.  He could feel some of the pressure releasing with that thought.   And his eyes perked up.  He looked down at her, picturing her as a mouse, or perhaps a shrew scrambling helplessly at his body as she tried to make him come.  Using this image, he could feel the frustration ease.  He may just make it.  "Thirty three seconds."