"Mmmm, yeah." He forced his fingers to let go and dragged them up the length of himself, barely touching and teasing. "Guess I would."
Not that he cared, really. George snugged the pillow down under his head and let his eyes drift shut again, enjoying the faint teasing touch of his fingertips. Faintly amused at the way his cock twitched, nudging against his fingers. His hips shifted again.
Yeah, he cared. But... he wouldn't mind if she minded.
What?
He pressed his palm against his cock, rubbing once, roughly, down to his balls, dragging them upward in the next stroke and biting back a groan. What if she did mind? Amazing what your imagination could come up with. He opened his eyes again, looking up at her with a playful gleam in his eyes.