"What else were you hoping for?" The whisper was playful, but somewhere underneath -- buried under a heated gaze, the pink afterglow now coloring her cheeks and mouth -- Ellie was oddly affected by David's bitten lip. Something about it made what was happening much more real than it'd been a moment ago -- that and the wet spot she'd left on his shorts. This is happening for real, she thought abruptly. The chemical high was beginning to fade; it was easier to see now what parts of it David had caused her on his own.
Ellie's eyes lowered now, taking him in with heated curiosity. She ran a finger lightly along his length, drawing it up again to wet with her mouth before allowing him fully into her hand. The touch was slow but confident, sure of itself; she watched its movement lustily, gaze returning to his face a moment later.
"I want to see you, too," Ellie whispered, slipping her empty palm up along the inside of his thigh. The other hand quickened its pace. "Let go for me."