[ There's what he was hoping for: that look, that particular note in your voice. To keep teasing you would be a terrible thing to do, and it isn't as if he doesn't want you right now, spread around him and all over him, either.
Withdrawing his hand, pulling back, folding his legs beneath him. ]
Why don't you turn around so that I can get a look at you?
[ He does love to look at you. (He did something like this the other night too, only you were stretched out and spread out wide, wrists cuffed to the headboard, ankles cuffed to little rings on the floor, on either side of the bed. There had, as well, been a ring set right at the base of your cock. He had watched you, he had not touched you again once he had worked you up into a frenzy, not until you had started begging.) ]
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Withdrawing his hand, pulling back, folding his legs beneath him. ]
Why don't you turn around so that I can get a look at you?
[ He does love to look at you. (He did something like this the other night too, only you were stretched out and spread out wide, wrists cuffed to the headboard, ankles cuffed to little rings on the floor, on either side of the bed. There had, as well, been a ring set right at the base of your cock. He had watched you, he had not touched you again once he had worked you up into a frenzy, not until you had started begging.) ]