"I'm sure," he told her, although he probably didn't sound sure. It was hard to be sure of anything while she was on top of him like this. He did feel the urge to touch her, and it would have been very easy for him just to lift his hands and ignore her attempt at pinning them, but he wasn't going to do that. He would play along, let her take charge. It was exciting to see what she'd do next.
He felt like he was trying to remember to breathe, not to just hold his breath in anticipation, feeling the teasing trail of her finger, the roll of her hips. She could turn him on so easily, and to an alarming extent. It was like a gift. "God, yes-" he agreed, feeling himself squirm slightly, stomach muscles clenching as he fought to hold back.