[ Now, he can hardly complain about her hands leaving his cock when she's only doing it so she can get her arms out of the sleeves of her dress. At least his hand is free to keep moving, fingering her at a slow, steady pace, feeling that familiar heat, the lovely and inviting clench around his digits. She never seems to need much prep to take him, so he doesn't bother stretching her out too much; they both seem to delight on having her real tight around him anyway. ]

Thinkin' about riding my cock, ah... just like this?

[ He takes a slow kiss from her lips, then he dips his head down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, humming as he swirls his tongue around it, sucking at the hardened nub. ]

Gotta be honest... also thought about this. Or about bending you over my desk. Damn hard to choose which of the two I liked best...

[ Evidently he's more than happy with this configuration, but he can always use those mental images to rile her up some more. ]