When he gets like this, when he is clearly uncomfortable under his skin, when every little thing seems to set him off, eyes twitching, fingers fidgeting, his sole solution is you. And you are painfully aware. He puts his hand on your hip, eyes searching everywhere but your face. He is shy when he wants this. Pulling you closer by the hip, chests now touching, you can feel he hardness of his cock through his sweats. He rests his head between your shoulder and neck, noses along it, inhaling your scent. He rubs his head on your neck, then your cheek like a pup, and honestly, it is endearing how much he loses himself in you. How he is so needy, so desperate.

He stops for a moment, putting his entire weight on you, and lets out a sound that is close to a whine. He whispers, quiet and small, "Can we... Can I... I need you, baby. Please."

He gets overwhelmed easily. You tease him about it, how he goes dumb, how he cannot form a sentence when he gets like this. But you know what he wants, you can feel it in his skin. You can feel it on your skin too, because you can feel the wetness on your underwear start to grow by the second. You can't resist him. "Yes, honey. Get comfortable for me, yeah? Be good about it."

He thanks you repeatedly, calls you his baby, and kisses your neck as he gets up a little. His hands start wondering under your t-shirt, and slowly starts to reach for your underwear. When he realizes you are wet, he groans loudly and curses under his breath. He palms himself through his sweats and after a moment he pulls it down, revealing his hard, weeping cock. His tip is flushed pink and shiny.

He is not going to last too long being still, you think to yourself. He loves being buried inside you, loves how you envelope him in your warmth, both inside you and in your arms. It soothes him, makes his head clearer, thoughts silent. But he always gets needy after a while, always.

He pumps his cock a few times, spreading his slick along his length. With his other hand, he touches your underwear where there is a wet spot and pants loudly, like a needy dog. He slips it to the side, reveals your aching and glistening pussy. The sight makes him bite his lip, stopping the embarrassing sounds he was going to let out.

"Come on, Bob. Don't make me wait." Your breaths were starting to come out shaky from the expectation. As much as Bob needs this, you need it too. You love seeing him this desperate for you, love keeping him inside you, filling you up, making you whole.

He apologizes a few times, and lowers his head to give you a kiss on the lips. You brush your hand along his curls, always loving the soft feel of his hair along your fingers. At the same time, you feel the head of his cock against your entrance, making you tense up momentarily. His cock slips, catches in your panties and slides over your hole to your clit. You exhale loudly, Bob groans at the same time, then quickly apologizes for it. You hold onto one of his arms, nails digging into his bicep. "Honey..." Bob shakes his head, curls going around, face going redder, and ruts his hips again, this time entering you slow, so slow.

Your hole welcomes him gladly, he moans and grips your hips in a soft hold, head going to rest on your neck again. He buries himself in you, gently, feeling the warmth of your walls around his cock, relief going through his spine. When he is buried to the hilt, he sighs and puts his weight on your chest, body going loose. You start to pet his hair again, listening to his (and your own) breathing getting steady, melting together. He kisses, kisses and kisses your neck, lips constantly seeking your skin. He holds you closer, caging you in his unrelenting but gentle hold.

This is what he wants.

To be with you, to be one with you. He wants you to keep him inside forever, maybe live under your skin, wants you to own him, never let him go. It makes him feel safe, in a way, safe and wanted.

You know he is going to start moving soon, getting needy like a bad little pup. But you are going to keep him like this, as much as he wants. You know he deserves it.

He bit his bottom lip once more, eyes looking up at you for a moment, hesitating, then went down to your finger again, zeroing on it. You traced and teased the tip of his cock through the shiny pink fabric, putting near to none pressure. He was leaking more and more. Bob always got overstimulated easily, getting hard at the slightest touch, leaking from just the praise. "You are so wet, baby. I didn't even touch you properly. Such a pretty, eager girl."

You lowered your finger along his length, fabric sticking to his shaft from the wetness. He shook his head around, his brown curls bouncing with the force of it. "Don't... Don't say things like that." he mumbled, voice rough and shaky.

His words made you pout, but you continued to trail your finger along his length, then lowered your eyes and made a fake, heartbroken face. "Why not, baby? You are my good girl, aren't you? You even wore this sweet thing for me." You pointed at the pink gown. His stomach clenched under your gaze. You tilted your head, and put your palm on his length now, putting pressure on his tip, making him twitch. "Stop teasing me. Please... please."

Pouting again, you removed your palm from his weeping cock quickly. "But you didn't answer my question. Maybe you are not really my good girl... Hmm." His eyes started to glaze over with tears, mouth opening around something he couldn't get out.

You took hold of his jaw, putting some force on it, tilting his head slightly. He looked up at you, wrecked, a tear spilling from the corner of his eye. "Only good girls deserve to be played nicely, baby. You are not being nice." He choked out a sob, it made your stomach drop, but you continued on. "...I was thinking about putting my mouth on you, but tonight is not it, I guess."

His hands shot up to your shoulders immediately. "No! No... Please. I can be good. Fuck. I will be good for you, love. Please, please..." He was whispering now, his hands shaking around your shoulders, eyes frantic, searching your face.

"Then say it, baby. I need to hear it. Tell me you are mine. Tell me you are a good girl for me." You leaned kissed the corner of his mouth, putting your hand on his stomach next to his cock, feeling his superhuman heat, needing it.

He was shaking more now, but despite his faltering hands, he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you closer to him. You felt his cock under your stomach, wet and needy. Bob inhaled loudly, which ended on a whiny moan, a wet, pretty sound. He put his lips next to your ear, his whole body tensing up, arms still shaking, "I am yours." He inhaled, grounding himself. "I am... I am your good girl, always wanna be good f'you."

A moan escaped, this time from your own lips, and you got up on your elbows to look at Bob, to look at him properly. He couldn't meet your gaze, eyes closing, his cheeks pink, pink all over, breathing heavily. "That's it baby. Always good for me."

You leaned in and kissed his neck, his collarbone, grazed your teeth on his pec. Leaning lower, you put your hand on his hip, grounding yourself, and hovered your lips over the wet patch on his stomach, eyes shooting up to met his gaze. It made him whine again. "Come on, love."

You smiled and mouthed on his cock through the sinful fabric, his taste hitting your tongue. Bob bit back a moan and grabbed your hair. You placed a kiss on the wetness, starting to feel your own heat searing through you.

"Now, be a sweetheart and keep making those voices for me, yeah?"