This time a flush creeps across his face, and his hand tightens in her hair. His cock gives a lurch between them and he’s suddenly aware of how close she is, a dull ache starting to grow inside him. He wants her enveloping him, wants her moaning and gasping and taking her pleasure, and that just deepens his flush. None of this is helped by her hand grazing his stomach down to the thick hair just above his cock.

“Do I get to star in all your fantasies now?” He asks, more breathless than he means. His hand slips from her hair to her cheek, brushing it gently before his hands come to cup her breasts, massaging them firmly before his thumbs come to twirl on her nipples. It wouldn’t be so bad if she lost track of what she was doing, and he wants to see that sweet dazed ecstasy on her face again.