Susan stared at him blankly for a moment. "You- you do?" She peered at him intently, trying to discern if this was some sort of ploy to get her in to bed quicker, before deciding to be truthful back. "I want... I want more as well. You- you're better than anyone I've ever been with."
"Oh darling, as much as I like your penis, I just don't think I could sustain the drop in pay," she said with a wink. "I could sustain dropping my pants, however."
She laughed as he began to paw at her breasts. "Who's to say there isn't? I do have an impressive number of exes you know. Maybe they've formed some sort of cult where they wear robes and masturbate to pictures of my breasts." She gasped slightly as pressed his lips against her nipples. How the hell did the man know all her kinks? "Maybe I don't want you to look at anyone else's breasts," she said with a gasp. She wrapped her arms around his neck, laying back against the pillows. "Merlin's balls," she gasped. "You're so... Oh... Oh..."