For a moment, she doesn’t move, just lies there, propped up slightly on her arms, in order to watch him undress. He’s a spectacularly attractive man, thick with muscle in the right places, narrow through his hips, his cock a lovely place to pause and allow her gaze to linger for a moment. The simple sight of him like his, naked, aroused, flushed with want, it’s enough that Sylvie feels herself growing wetter and she squeezes her thighs together for that delicious bit of pressure it provides.

Still without speaking, without answering the unasked question in his words, she moves forward, gets onto her knees so she can come up to his level and kiss him. She lingers there, lips brushing his, her fingers finding his cock and wrapping around him for a few lazy strokes.

“I do want you to,” she answers, lips still on his. “I want to feel you later.”