[ He tightens his grip on the upstroke, taking in a breath as he does. The image you've just offered him sends a shudder down his spine -- one that is a mix of anticipation and surprising need.

He can do this for you. He can say that much now with less hesitation than a few short months ago. ]

Will that make you feel good? [ Forgive him for having to check, love. That pristine bed in the center of a rotting room of the ruined castle beneath the lake left too much the imagination. ] For me to do that?

[ He nips at you ear. ] Is that what you want me to do? Tie you up so you can't move while I touch you like this?

[ He knows the exact pressure to make you feel good. He goes a little beyond that -- just a bit. ]