Lon braced himself, and slowly pulled back, withdrawing almost completely. His face was screwed into a grimace of concentration as Laurin's ass held him, fighting him for each inch on the way out with a fluttering hold that sent shivers along his spine. As he reversed, pressing himself just as slowly back into her, he groaned as he felt her pulsing against him, stopping his motion before releasing him to slip further in, a stop-go-stop effect that was quite unlike anything he'd ever felt before in his life. Eventually he had returned to where he started, and there he paused to catch his breath, cool off; the sensation was getting to him, faster than he'd expected, and he had no intention of losing control so quickly. Balfor's presence wasn't helping; the pressure against him was unlike a finger or wand, a solid presence constricting the already tight passage massaging his length, and the added stimulation wasn't helping him last at all. He took a deep breath, and pressed down on the rapidly rising second tide, biding it to wait until the time was right.<br/><br/>After a few moments, he repeated the motion, a languid and careful slide in and out of her. It was still amazingly liquid, a mixture of sensations that left his skin tingling, but the respite had dulled his senses, just enough so that while he could enjoy the incredible feeling, it wasn't overwhelmingly so, and at the end of the second stroke he paused, and nodded his head at Balfor with a grin, suggesting he start a slow cycle of his own.