Beck buries his face in my neck and shudders when I press my palm lightly against his bulge. I can feel every detail and contour of his thick, heavy erection–his curved shaft and the pronounced ridge of his head. The fabric against my skin feels wet. “Dal, I can’t–” Beck melts against me with a choking sound when I slide the heel of my hand down the stiff ridge of his shaft, then back up. I can’t stop myself from doing it again, and again. He gasps into my neck and spreads his knees, meeting my movement with small, needy twitches of his hips.
