He hums a little purr at the initial touch, his eyelashes fluttering, lips twitching into a wider smile as she drags the vibrator down his torso. As she does so, he slowly unbuttons his fly, letting the waistband sag low on his narrow hips. He's not wearing underwear.

He rests on hand on her hip. The other hand slides over her arm with a feather-light touch, fingers wrapping gently around her hand. She can still take it wherever she wants, and he'll follow.

His head is bowed toward hers, their faces close to one another. She'll feel his hot, heavy breath on her lips, on her cheek.