I whine into the kiss, my hips jerking a bit into my own hand. I pant softly against his lips when he gasps, trying to gather some sense of composure. My instincts are all warring inside me, but I asked Eiji to guide this. I want to look up at him.

I reluctantly move my hand away from myself and reach the short distance to him, sliding my hands over his skin, over his ribs to his back. I pull him to me, guiding him over me as I lie back.

I want him to make the move. I want him to guide himself onto me.