[There is something delightfully maddening about watching her move forward on all fours, regardless of the short distance; something catches in his throat and his jaw goes just a bit slack as he decides that initiative is a stunning look on her, as is the admiration evident in her gaze as she looks him over. Truly stunning in her own right; she could do nothing at all and he would be enchanted, he thinks, but he is very pointedly fixed on what she's doing now.
A sharp intake of breath rolls through him as her fingers find him at last; his eyelids lower and his head threatens to drop back, though he stops himself in favor of holding her gaze, a low groan rolling from his lips as her touch moves over his aching length.]
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A sharp intake of breath rolls through him as her fingers find him at last; his eyelids lower and his head threatens to drop back, though he stops himself in favor of holding her gaze, a low groan rolling from his lips as her touch moves over his aching length.]
Quite, yes.
[All he can ask is more of it.]
More, please...