"Oui, of course I do," I tell him, sliding his zipper down slowly and peeling the tight jeans down his hips. The front of his underwear is tented and my eyes are drawn downwards. I can't help but remember the last time that I did this, but it didn't feel at all like this. It didn't feel like this at all. "I want to see those soft hands at work."

A low breath escapes me at his suggestion and I nod, pushing his shirt up to press a kiss to his belly before sliding back further onto the bed. I nod and undo my own pants, wriggling my hips back and forth to push them down my thick thighs without ever taking my eyes off of his face.

"Yeah, Bits. We can do that," I breathe out, holding out a hand for him. "Come here, mon chou."