She was gently tugging on his cock, encouraging it toward a renewed growth. Shifting, she raised up on one arm to meet his gaze. He could tell she was struggling to appear strong . . . confident.

"Sweetie, what is it?" He pressed, his hand slipping down to cup an asscheek, gently squeezing. He figured after what they'd just done, she had a right to whatever answers she was looking for.

"It... It, um, really turned me on... and I was hoping you'd do that for me," she released the breath she'd been holding.

Holy fuck! He stared at her, his mind wrapping itself around what she'd just said.

"Are...