He breathes under a smirk. Feeling himself with you. You were trying your best to avoid his gaze, turning him on even more. His eyes glaze on you and you only.

“So good for me.”

He speaks, a hoarse voice. “You're taking me in so well, my love... Just like how it's supposed to be.” He felt himself go more than he should, hitting the spot.

He couldn't help but smile at your reactions, playfully grinning. “Look at me, won't you, dearest?”