It's not long before I have to take a deep breath just to try to calm down. Bits joins me on the bed, starts touching me, and I arch up into it like an eager cat. "You flatter me, Bits."

My accent is thick and I take a deep breath as I slide my hand up Bittle's thigh, up over his ass and the dip of his lower back. His skin is so soft, flushed pink, and I lift my head to press a kiss to his shoulder. My abs flex with the action just as Bittle's fingers slide over them, and I turn to kiss the side of his neck before lowering myself back to the bed.

I want him closer, so I take hold of his hips and pull him in so that he's straddling my thighs, that distracting ass of his settling down on top of me. Our dicks are nearly touching like this, cruelly separated by two thin pieces of cotton, and I can't help but to rock up into him a little bit. "You can touch me. *Je t'en prie, Bits. Please." *