So long as they can park him and he won't feel like he's been tricked into the position. A grill master must stay at the grill, it's like being the captain of a ship.

Oh but his mind is really not there either. All in his brain is concentrating on the terrific sensations they're creating together. Nothing beats the friction and impact as they fuck. Frantic and steady... And with her on top, sounding as she does, he'll endure a thousand odd conversations and notes. At least it's a morning hour. The padding is sort of dulling the noise of the headboard. Matt isn't the person to ask.