For a blissful moment as she touched him, Much closed his eyes, feeling as though he was exactly where he should be, and that whatever decisions that led him here all must have been good ones, because yes, yes, this was what he wanted. She was happy he'd come and he was so, so pleased to be making her happy.
The swell of her breasts against the bra made his pants feel tighter and tighter, as he imagined exactly how she'd feel if he ground his cock against her, that smooth silk and the enticing, soft wetness beneath it. His breath was shaky as he ran his hands over the curves of her hips, his eyes drinking her in, and neither his hands or eyes left her as he said, dreading the answer but asking it anyway like some sort of self-punishment: "Your lingerie company... it's not small at all, is it?"