"Seems like you need help relaxing," she whispered, her hand trailing down his chest and over his belly, coming to a rest at the top edge of his underwear. He struggled to breathe regularly, his heart racing like he'd run a marathon. He was sure her hand was going to continue all the way to his promise land, but it stopped at the last barrier. He could hardly process what was happening; his brain had been in full emergency mode since he saw her start to lift her shirt. Now her leg was resting atop his throbbing, dripping erection and her hand was barely inches away. He didn't want to...