"You are a vision," he mutters, voice rough around the edges. "And yes, I can think of some other ways I could be cleaned up..."

Even with as light as her touches are over his hips, as she wanders lower to his upper thighs, it is quite obvious that his own arousal is starting to take over his focus.

"Maybe with your hands first, then your mouth?" His suggestion is 'innocent', as least as much as he can manage.