Stan's hand tightened gently in her hair as another slow stroke of her breasts and the wet pull of her mouth brought him right to the edge. He exhaled a rough sound and eased her back just enough to meet her eyes.
"Amelia… if you keep that up I'm going to come again before I'm even inside you."
She released the tip with a soft kiss, lips glistening, and looked up at him with a small, knowing smile. "Then stop me."
He sat up, guiding her with him until she was straddling his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. His cock rested thick and hot against the slick heat between her thighs. He held her waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above her hips in slow, grounding circles, and simply looked at her for a moment—flushed, breathing uneven, eyes dark and steady on his. The warmth of her skin under his hands, the faint sheen of sweat at her collarbone, the way her chest rose and fell against his—all of it settled something in him.
