It came as a surprise for him, when you suddenly climbed on top of him, your arms placed on either side of his flushed face. The only sounds that exited his parted lips were jumbled up flushed stutters and noises, his gaze locked to yours as his hands rested on your hips. His hips were flush to yours, his eyes on yours. You could feel him getting hard, as you moving your hips in a fluid motion, grinding against him.

His shirt was quickly taken off, His skin is smooth, hot, firm with ridges of muscle. Drifting lower, down the planes of his chest and abs, lingering on the telltale tent in his jeans. They hang low around his hips, teasing you with the v-shape that dips beneath his waistband. His purple swoops of hair slightly disheveled as hot sweat cascaded down his neck.

As always, he was submissive as hell. His whimpers and moans loudened the room, his face flashing pink. "T-that feels.. good.." He cooed, his head falling back into the pillows and a groan escaping his wet lips.