"Dimples..." he groaned, his hands coming up to grip my hips.
"I thought what you said was very sweet," I told him, dragging my lips slowly down his neck. "Kinda makes me want to get on my knees for you."
"Babe, w-we can't," he said. "I-I need to tell you-"
"Shhhhh," I cut him off, pulling back to place my finger against his lips. "If I let you talk, you'll ruin it, and right now... I just really want to show you how thankful I am."
"W-what do you mean?" he replied.
I smiled at him and dropped to my knees in front of him. He was already hard, not fully, but enough to make me chuckle at him.
"D-don't judge me," he stuttered.
I giggled at that.
"No judgment here," I said as I started moving my hands up his thighs. "Just really happy you're already reacting to me."
"B-Bly-"
"Don't e
