For a second, all I really want to do is kiss him. The slide of his tongue along my bottom lip is heady and I find myself just leaning into him, still holding his dick tight in one hand, the other curled around his side for leverage. I'm already so, so hard, but I'm not really in any rush to go anywhere with it. I just want to keep feeling like this for awhile longer.

He ducks down a second later though, his lips brushing along my jaw and I tip my head to give him better access as I let out a sigh. There's no ignoring that tone in his voice, honestly, this perfect mix of captainly and flirtatious, and I hesitate only for a few seconds before saying anything. "I think, uhm. I think I'd like to feel your fingers," I breathe, ignoring the way I can feel my face just heat right up.