Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
Nelly’s gaze drifted downward to his fully erect cock, throbbing visibly between them, and she wrapped her soapy fingers around it, starting to stroke and wash it with teasing motions.
“You must’ve had a really hard time,” she purred playfully. “And it can’t be helped if you’re totally exhausted from all that. Why don't we... have sex to take our minds off it? Or… are you that worn out?”
He shook his head vigorously, his arousal evident. “No way, of course not. I mean, it’s pretty obvious I've been thinking about naughty stuff.”
She lit up with a beaming smile. “Then let’s move this to the bedroom.”