[ Honestly, that sounds like the best plan he's ever heard. ]
Good, [ he growls. ] Pretty sure I can give you a few more.
[ Geralt lets his hands fall away from her slowly, stroking all the way down the outside of her thighs before he gets his feet under him and stands. His fingers go immediately to the laces of his trousers, undoing them with practiced, efficient movements. As soon as they're loosened enough to allow it, he pushes the fabric far enough down his hips to free his cock, which he gives a cursory stroke. At this point, even the touch of his own hand is so welcome he has to bite back a groan. ]
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Good, [ he growls. ] Pretty sure I can give you a few more.
[ Geralt lets his hands fall away from her slowly, stroking all the way down the outside of her thighs before he gets his feet under him and stands. His fingers go immediately to the laces of his trousers, undoing them with practiced, efficient movements. As soon as they're loosened enough to allow it, he pushes the fabric far enough down his hips to free his cock, which he gives a cursory stroke. At this point, even the touch of his own hand is so welcome he has to bite back a groan. ]
How do you want it?