Intense eye-contact.
One of the few things that can make even the strongest man falter, especially when his strong and sexy lover is staring into his eyes with rage.
That was my condition, as Claire was staring at me in rage.
I had eaten her out, which made her orgasm one last time before her lusty haze slightly cleared up.
Now she was no longer working on a single brain cell that only needed sex, she was now back to her normal and dangerous self.
For the last 30 seconds or so, we have been holding the eye-contact, without a single exchange of words.
30 seconds might sound short to some people, but one shouldn't forget that it was the entire duration of my only skill!
For an eye-contact, 30 seconds was a duration that was only achieved in the high stakes games of 'who blinks first loses'.
But we were playing no such game.
Claire was looking at me in fury, and I didn't want to go back to appearing like a wuss after I finally achieved some respect in her eyes.
