Gods she felt good, and he groaned with appreciation when she pressed firmly against his erection. "I fucking know you could," he groaned, and this time instead of his thumb rubbing over her nipple, he brought up his index finger and teased the hardening bud between his thumb index finger. "If you fucking make me do it now however, and not get to feel you around me, I might die."
Then, a brilliant idea popped into his head. He gave her a lopsided smirk, before he was moving so that he could sit up. "Let me persuade you, to let me bring you to as many orgasms as I can tonight," he said in a low tone, hoping to hit sexy. He always worried, in the back of his mind, that at some point she was going to look at him and just see silly Aldrich Reynolds, and kick him out of her bed.