The way she moves is dizzying and Keys just focuses, for a moment, on kissing her, on the teasing touch of one finger. Her hands are on his shoulders and, when she groans, her breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. When she says goes straight to his dick and he whimpers, his eyes closing for a moment.

"Jesus Christ," he says, smiling, that finger still tracing against. "You say that like it's a bad thing."