[ That's him swallowing in the hopes of getting his voice back and then parting his lips and finding that he needs a little bit more before he can actually be coherent. The sight of the way you're looking at him combined with what you've just said is a lance of lust straight to the gut. You've drawn in so close, made him so painfully aware of the way your body fits against his that when he takes in a breath, it does nothing for him except remind him how lightheaded he suddenly feels. ]
Babe... please.
[ Those are the muscles of his stomach flexing again, blood rushing all the way to his nether regions. ]
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Babe... please.
[ Those are the muscles of his stomach flexing again, blood rushing all the way to his nether regions. ]