He chuckles against her shoulder, one of his own digging into the back of the couch to brace himself as she touches him. He might just drop, otherwise –– not for the lack of endurance in his arms, but simply for how intense the sensation is. He has to stifle a moan against her skin.
"I've resisted even touching myself to thought of you," he confesses.
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"I've resisted even touching myself to thought of you," he confesses.