In every way, Herlock. [ she turns her hand and just barely rubs her ring finger through the beading precome, working it gently back into his slit. with honesty, ] I am having lovely time with you.

[ finding him so eager is an ego-boost for her, as well. she takes her time looking him over—a gaze equally analytical to his. the scars, the lean muscle. the way his belly tightens up from such a fleeting touch, starved for relief as he must be. she wonders what he wants, now that he's no longer kneeling and rutting into her shoe, at her mercy to receive any stimulation at all. everything has been so very focused on her, up until now. ]

Will you slip this inside me, before we are done? Or have you other plans?