He had been about to protest and tell her to just keep laying like that - he had enough imagination that he could do this at least - but then she moves closer and takes him in her hand and all of his protests die before they even leave his mouth.

He kisses her hungrily, his hands moving to her shoulders as she pulls him to her to share a kiss. Her hands are just as nice as if he were doing this himself. They were smaller with little calluses that made his skin prickle and his stomach muscles clench with each slide of her palm against the limp flesh in her hands.

"Oh. That feels nice." His eyes fall shut as he loses himself, arousal slowly bubbling back up into his stomach, making his cock begin to harden again.