[ The touch is slow and not entirely unexpected, still when her hand slips past the waistband and presses against his hardened length he draws in a sharp breath, eyes closing as a shiver travels down his spine. His hips roll in a small motion towards her hand, seeking friction and contact but barely finding any.
But for now he doesn't rush it. As a matter of fact he'd rather not rush much of anything at all, even if her fingers trailing his arousal still covered by his underwear has his heart racing a little faster, enough that for a few seconds he has to focus on getting it to slow down. ]
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But for now he doesn't rush it. As a matter of fact he'd rather not rush much of anything at all, even if her fingers trailing his arousal still covered by his underwear has his heart racing a little faster, enough that for a few seconds he has to focus on getting it to slow down. ]