"I don't need you to stop," I said, and moved my hand another inch, until my fingers brushed the head of his cock through the fabric of his shorts. "I don't want you to stop.
You'll feel better if I suck your...oh, God," I gasped, as he groaned and lunged forward, burying his face in my neck, his tongue flicking out to tease my skin.
His teeth closed around my flesh and worried at me, without enough pressure to injure me. I'd started to be able to gauge that a little bit, even without any sensation of pain, but enough to leave a mark.
When I moved my hand up and closed it around his cock, it thickened and stiffened instantly.
"Drew, let me," I whispered, and pulled away, edging off the couch and down.
He fell back, spreading his legs to let me settle in between and kneel on the floor with my hands on his thighs.
