The way he reacted, and his complete inability to hear the innuendo in her comment, it set her pulse to racing, and made it difficult for her to breathe steadily. And if she knew anything, it was that if he was losing his head, she needed to keep hers; they'd more or less agreed to the other evening.

So while she nodded, said "Granny made a good one," she tightened her grip on his wrist just slightly, and drank several long swallows of the icy water and focused on the chill of it going down--even though she couldn't quite avoid the dip of her gaze to where the swollen head of his cock just barely protruded from his open jeans.

"Kneel for a me a minute, love?" she asked softly, gesturing with the water glass to the space just in front of her on the couch. It wasn't a command, like before. He was coming unraveled, which made at her feet a safe place for him to be.