#arfarf

“Look at that.” A hand grazes down your arched spine, setting the skin on fire with the touch. “Doing all the work for me.”

He leaned back onto his palm, arm straightened out behind him to prop himself up. You briefly wished you could turn around to look at him - a head tousled orange hair and toned torso on display - and maybe touch him, too.

If you were facing him and you got an eyeful of him looking like that he’d probably say “View’s nice, Princess?” before grabbing your throat and start fucking into you hard. He can’t control himself when you look at him like that and you know it.

Instead you’re straddling him, facing opposite of where he is. This gives him a view of your ass while you lift yourself up and down along his length.

He praises you like this, telling you that you’re so good for him and that you feel so good and tight around him. It has you moving your hips faster atop him, clenching around him a little harder.