I can take only so much before I dissolve into pleasure, closing my lids. I moan deeply, my plump lips mouthing silent invitations. I open my eyes again and watch as his glance slides back up from my mouth.
I bite my bottom lip in sheer vanity and his eyes flicker, briefly, to them.
And it's not long after I realize what power I have on him before my teeth-bruised lips and my fluttering eyes make an intimate and bemusing game of Pong with his gaze.
Lips.
Eyes.
Lips.
Eyes.
Point.