Well, his original arousal had deflated at the fear of being caught in the act like this.  But here she was now, running her fingers through his hair and forcing him to gaze up at her.  When he started dating her, he’d never seen her as an object, he’d never simply wanted sex out of her.  At this moment in time though, she made it incredibly hard to be focused on just about anything else but the subject.  Before he knows it, his lips are pressed back against hers, his kiss is desperate and he’s like a dehydrated man crawling for one more drink when she pulls away.  Dan can’t help but be so desperate for her, he’s not doing it consciously.  "N-No, don’t go!“

Her hands on him once more, her little fingers dragging down his chest, and his eyes roll back a little bit, and Dan feels his length stand back at attention.  He doesn’t want her to stop, he wants her to be with him right now, and he feels her hand brushing along his scalp again.  Her tone sends shivers down his spine, and the way her tongue dances along her lips, he can’t help but just almost paw at her.  "Please, d-don’t go.  Don’t leave me hanging.”  She has him begging, he’s never begged– and he never thought he’d be begging any time soon.  "I-I mean if you’re not uncomfortable here..“