With one hand behind me pulling him closer, the other holds him up against my pussy. When his hand runs along the inside of my leg, lifting enough to slide between them, I get increasingly turned on.

Flexing my muscles as he thrusts, helping him, being active.

“Thank you,” he whispers, no longer ashamed.

“Your kink is part of you, I love you. Remember though, it’s only ever my thighs.”

With a hand on my belly, pulling me closer, “Oh god, yes!”

Licking my fingers, I turn over and look at him, “Now it’s my turn.”

We kiss, snowballing.