He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a long moan, rising to something desperate by the end. His hips thrust forward, outside his control now, and he feels like all the tension in his muscles is melting down into one hot, hard core between his legs, like if she keeps stroking, she'll draw out everything that holds him together.

'Alex...'

It's a kind of warning, but he's holding off as best he can. Wants this to go on forever. His hand returns to her backside, kneading and gripping, and every breath rasps from his throat. He bloody loves his balls being played with. It's pushing him to the edge, and the sweetness in her touch - he can't cope.

'Soon.'