I liked the way he wore his arousal, not trying to hide it. It was in the color flushing his cheeks and parted lips, and it had a crossover effect on me, amping me up and winding me tighter. I wanted to touch him bare skin to bare skin, take the length of his cock in my hand, then grip it hard. Give him a rough, dry jerk that would sting as much as it would feel good. He wanted it, too.
