He can't stop touching her, stroking his hand restlessly over her back and her hip and her arm, pressing his palm against her abdomen and teasing her breasts with his fingers, attentive to how she responds.
Or as attentive as he can be, anyway, when she's so sweet and hot around him, as every movement of her hips drives him closer to the edge, as white-fire pleasure begins to coil at the base of his spine.
"Sharon, Sharon," he gasps, his voice wrecked and raw as he answers her cries in the only way he can, all other words lost.
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Or as attentive as he can be, anyway, when she's so sweet and hot around him, as every movement of her hips drives him closer to the edge, as white-fire pleasure begins to coil at the base of his spine.
"Sharon, Sharon," he gasps, his voice wrecked and raw as he answers her cries in the only way he can, all other words lost.