"Here, babe. Turn over for me," I tell him, withdrawing my fingers long enough to roll him over onto his back. When my fingers sink in again, there's hardly any resistance at all. His body draws them in eagerly, and I tug his hand away from his cock so I can grab it myself. I stroke him in time with the thrusts of my fingers, watching his face as it contorts with pleasure.

My cock is still completely untouched but it's stiff and leaking just from the sight of him, from knowing that I'm giving him so much pleasure.

"Come for me, Bits," I breathe out raggedly. "Come on, I want to see."