"I can hear you thinking," she murmured, pressing her face into the junction between his shoulder and his neck as her hand, those thin fingers, began softly stroking his rapidly hardening cock. He felt her lips against his pulse point, and he raised his hand, skimming over the soft skin of her back, her waist, anywhere he could reach. All thoughts emptied out when she began to shift her body against him, smooth skin against his. "Do you want to talk about it?" Her devious hand smoothed down his length before sliding down further, fingers fondling his balls. He felt her smile against his neck as his pulse, his breathing, accelerated.