Without another word, he guides your cock to his mouth, taking as much of you into his throat as he can manage. He starts to bob his head up and down, sucking hard on you while one hand continues to stroke him in time with the other. His moans vibrate against your tender skin, making every nerve ending tingle in response.

The sounds you make push him further, driving him deeper into the need to feel you inside him. He reaches down between your legs again, guiding your cock toward his aching ass with shaking hands. "Please..." he whispers against your skin, voice rough and desperate. "Fuck me."

His body trembles as he waits for your answer, barely able to contain the building need inside him any longer.

His fingers tremble as they brush against the soft skin of your inner thigh, feeling his coarse beard scrape against your leg in response. He hesitates for a moment longer before slowly sliding one finger lower still, pressing against the folds of your sex. His heart pounds in his chest as he feels the warmth and wetness there, and it takes all of his self-control not to push harder, to claim you completely.

He looks down at you, eyes burning with desire and need, waiting for your reaction.

His heart races as he feels your body respond to his touch. He presses his finger deeper, feeling the tight heat of you around it, and with a shuddering breath he begins to stroke you gently, circling his fingertip in tiny circles. His other hand finds its way to your hip, holding you steady as he loses himself in the sensation of touching you like this.