I want him.

I want him now.

Desperately feeling around, I find a loose strip of cloth and yank, instantly releasing the weight of him dropping to my thigh. Instinctively, my hand wraps around his warm, solid penis, stroking up to a slightly wet tip.

I scoot down, trying to get closer. I want to explore and smell and taste everything.

"Are-are you sure you want to do that?" He looks down with a troubled face.

"Don't you want me to?" my hands move up ...