I pick up the pace because you sound so pretty, whimpering around my fingers. You try your best to stifle them, but not a lot of things escape my notice.

[ He moves his hand downward, sliding his palm past your belly and very, very close to your crotch. He shifts it to the side at the last possible moment, and lets his nails scratch lightly over the tender skin of your inner thigh. ]

As I'm jerking you off, I'm pulling my fingers from your mouth, brushing them over your lips, and then using those same fingers to drag down the valley of your butt cheeks. It will be my thumb that'll push into your ass, just up to my nail.

[ There's a pause before he's shifting, and letting his tongue trace the inner curve of your earlobe. He said that he wasn't going to touch you, but he didn't any anything about not doing things like that. ]

I'll flex that thumb inside you, just like that. And I won't finish you off. I'll stop for good, once you're hot and hard and leaking all over yourself. I'll keep my hand cupped around you, to keep you in place.