"Touch you where, honey?" he asks, cruelly solicitous, and still half breathless as she rolls herself against his cock, groaning as his voice catches between words. "Say it. Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want."

He tweaks her nipples harder, then leans forward with a stuttered laugh and kisses her, his mouth open and eager against hers. His cock is aching, skin hot, and he's longing already to be buried inside her - but he can wait. He can wait, if it's to let him show off just what he can do to her.