“I know you do. I can feel it,” I assure him, because it’s evident by the way he touches me with such open reverence, like he’s still in awe of the fact that he can do so freely.

His hand slides through my hair as I kiss my way down his stomach, and I glance up at him at his suggestion. It’s a good one, and I know we should get up, but it’s so hard to stop touching him.

“Would you like me to suck you off here or there?” I ask in a low voice, biting at the waistband of his sweats and giving it a little tug before letting go and nuzzling at his half-hard cock through the thin material of his pants. “It doesn’t matter to me as long as I get you in my mouth.”