No, it seemed that he was perfectly content to merely tease her, keeping her on the edge of arousal but never approaching orgasm. She let out a soft sigh, trying her best to keep the whining edge from escaping, though she suspected he heard her frustration perfectly clearly. She heard his paper rustle and then the clink of ceramic before he took another sip of coffee. Oh, and then his finger was tracing again. Up, down... languidly. As if completely disinterested in any particular destination, just... up and down. She took in a shaky breath and wondered if one were held in an aroused state for too long, if it might be possible to die. Clearly, given their experiences the week before, it would take at least a day or two, but still. Up. Down.  