Naeku blinked… and then struggled to her knees without even thinking about it too much. After a few moments, she kneeled between his legs with her arms leaning on his wide legs—she was still a little unstable from her orgasm.
She looked up at him, and Erik smiled. He was leaning back in his chair, had his elbows planted on the armrests, and his hands cupped in front of his chest. "I'm sure you can imagine what I want you to do," he said confidently. "You can just get started. I'll tell you if you're doing it wrong."
The still lightly panting Naeku looked like she wanted to say something… but then glanced down at his crotch and gulped. Frankly, she didn't feel much hesitation about this. She even looked forward to it a little.
