He’s not absolutely sure this is happening anymore.  This is like a really really fantastic dream, the way she’s looking at him, the way she’s treating him.  The blanket falls aside when he leans back against the bed, hands only just propping him up, keeping him from dropping onto his back.  Dan keeps his eyes focused on her, his cheeks brushed with the faint redness like before.  He was never sure he liked being submissive really, in fact he was pretty sure he wasn’t before now– but he loves that she has him melting out of the palm of her hands.  It’s almost agonizing though, the way she purrs at him, the way she moves him.  Needless to stay she looked fantastic for their little date tonight– but as things were going right now it didn’t look like they’d get the opportunity.

The blankets been fully pulled aside now, exposing him for all he’s worth, standing firm at attention again because of her actions.  However he doesn’t fight to cover himself. he just keeps his eyes locked on hers, like she wants, as evident by her hands locked in his long out of control hair.  He finally speaks again, voice faint and he’s again begging for her, “B-Brooke..”  Oddly not calling her by the alias he so affectionately does most of the time.