Stevie held her there for a minute, she did make it difficult not to spaz out and spill into her like she said. God. Everything she said pulled a long, slow, deep grunt from the very pit of his stomach. She was so hot, so very hot. He knew he was the luckiest man alive. And he was so shaken, by her words, that he couldn't quip back. His brain fried. Until what she said at the end caught up with him.
His gaze shifted from her back, and how it arched, to that little egg. He shifted in her so that he could reach it. Sure, he could have reached it without budging an inch, but he had wanted to stir in her. To feel every gripping muscle around his buried shaft. He held the egg by its cord, up in front of his face.
"This? You want this in your ass?" Delayed gratification. He shifted his hips again, wiggling himself inside her.