Mark stared at the ceiling for one more second, his breathing still ragged from Ely's kiss.
Ely sat up slightly, placing her knees on either side of his hips.
Without saying a word, she slid her hands down his torso until she reached the waistband of Mark's pants and untied them with a quick tug.
Then Ely slipped her hand inside and pulled out Mark's cock, which was already fully hard and throbbing in her palm.
"Ely…" Mark murmured through gritted teeth, feeling Ely's fingers close around his member.
She didn't answer with words. Instead, she began moving her hand up and down, slowly at first, squeezing just enough for the skin to slide smoothly over the rigid flesh.
Mark let out a low gasp when Ely's thumb passed over the head, spreading the moisture that had already begun to leak from his cock.
"Are you enjoying it, Master?" she asked in a seductive voice.
