Demelza slid off of his lap, the only thing on her mind was Neville's pleasure. He had been so amazing and sweet and perfect she wanted him to know it. Sitting on her knees in front of him, she pulled at his jeans and boxers until he was naked in front of her.
She looked up at him and smiled, "Perfect." She whispered softly, letting her eyes moved over him. She leaned forward, just a few inches away from his crotch. "Do you want me to?"