“You’re fucking soaking for me.” A step closer. Another pump of his cock. A lick of his bottom lip. “Pink and glistening.” Another step. A ragged breath. A twisting of his hand over the crest of his cock. “I bet you’re tight, right? So tight you’re going to have to stretch for me.” He climbs onto the bed as I lick my own lips. The cool sheets on my skin do nothing to abate the heat his gaze and words have created. “Let me check.”