"Merde," I breathe out, feeling my cock twitch at his words, so dirty in that sweet tone. He grabs my ass and my hips grind forward of their own accord, cock dragging against his hip. "God, I can't choose."

An idea occurs to me and I pull back to look at him, kissing him again before looking at him with pink cheeks. "Um, can you roll onto your stomach? I could-- I want to fuck your thighs."

It took a bit of stuttering to get the words out, and my cheeks are aflame as I wait for his reaction.