“What do you need, beautiful. I’m right here,” he groans against my lips, neither of us willing to pull back from the consuming need to devour one another.
I don’t answer him because I really don’t know what I need. I need more friction, more feeling. Just…more.
I want to scream from the aching tension in my body that keeps building the more his hands roam over me, and I grind against him over and over seeking that release.
The feeling of heat building in my core is quickly driving me to the brink of insanity. This friction isn’t enough, and I gasp in frustration.
“I don’t know, but I need more. Please, Bry, help me.” I’m practically begging him, and he just nods before lifting me up off the couch as he stands before lowering me onto my back.
Laying down on top of me, he settles his weight between my thighs. “I’ve got you, beautiful. Just tell me if it’s too much and you need me to stop.” He starts lowering his hands to the waist of my shorts and runs his hands under my tank top, rubbing his palms along my bare stomach.
For a brief moment I panic because I know I don’t have a perfect body, but the way his dick is throbbing against my soaked and hot core, I can tell he doesn’t care, and the panic leaves. He wants me, and so help me, I would die to feel everything with him right now.
He slowly lifts my shirt over my head, leaving my chest bare to him. He stares into my eyes for a moment as he links his fingers with mine above my head.
Lowering his head down to my chest, his eyes never leave mine as takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, making me arch my back on a gasp.
Holy shit that feels amazing, and sends a bolt of electricity right to my throbbing clit. I’m almost positive my shorts are soaked through, but I can’t bring myself to care because Bry starts flicking his tongue against the same nipple as he lets my hands go.
He props himself up on his other hand, and starts rubbing my other breast making me cry out from the overload of pleasure.
“More, Bry,” I beg him. This feels so good I don’t ever want him to stop.
Pulling up, he smirks and moves his head to my other breast and takes it into his mouth until I’m thrusting my hips to rub against his hard cock between my legs.
Trailing his hand down my stomach while he continues to play with my breasts, I feel his hand pause at the waist of my shorts before he looks up at me, his eyes asking silent permission.
Hell yes, I want this! I nod with consent, and he smirks.
The moment his fingers slide through my folds, he groans. It doesn’t take him long to find my clit before circling around it with his fingers as he strokes me like I’m one of his masterpieces.
Brian
Holy fucking shit!
This is new to me, but damn if she doesn’t feel good. My cock is throbbing against my jeans as my fingers play in her wetness. I never imagined it would be this hot to be with someone, but fuck if this isn’t the best feeling.
With every stroke of my fingers, she gets wetter and more impatient, searching for the climax I know her body is seeking. I know because my cock is trying to break free of my jeans, looking for the same thing.
Lowering my fingers just a bit, I start circling her entrance. I may be new at this, but I’ve done enough research to know how to pleasure a girl. My girl.
I want to give her the release her body and mind needs so she can relax a little.
Harleigh lets out a strangled cry as I slowly slide one finger inside of her. She’s so tight I almost cum in my pants when she clenches around my finger. I can’t even imagine how incredible she’d feel on my cock.
As I slowly pump my finger into her, her hips automatically start lifting up to meet the thrust of my hand, and fuck me, it’s the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen.
She’s panting against my mouth as I take her into a deep and hard kiss, conveying my want and need for her.
As she starts whimpering and thrusting her hips harder against my hand, I add a second finger making her gasp and pull away from my mouth. She’s so tight and wet I’m finding it hard to concentrate. I want to replace my fingers with my dick and bury myself inside her, and I will…but not today.
This is all about her.
She’s so close, I can feel her tightening on my fingers, and I groan as I rub my thumb across her clit making her scream. It takes three passes before she shatters in front of me, loud enough for anyone in the building to hear her.
Watching her break apart from pleasure is the most intense and hot, and I can feel cum leaking from the end of my throbbing dick. My boxers are a definite lost cause at this point.
I slowly stop rubbing her, and ease my fingers out as she comes back down from her orgasm, and the look of pure bliss on her face has my breath catching in my throat. I fucking need this girl like I need air to breathe.
“Pants off, Bry, now!”
She’s so demanding about it I don’t even question what she’s doing, I just do as she says. I can see the need and determination in her eyes, and I won’t refuse her.
I stand up to take my pants off but pause as they fall to my feet because she is pulling her shorts and underwear off while lying on the couch.
Fuck, is this actually happening?! I won’t go farther than she’s willing to, but I want her so badly it hurts.
I climb back onto the couch and hover above her, looking into her eyes, trying to determine what she really wants from us being naked together.
She wants me, I can see it in her eyes, but I’m worried she’s looking for an escape from the anxiety she’s feeling about telling her parents.
“No sex,” I say. “But fuck, I want to feel you, Harleigh. I am aching for you.”
She whimpers as she looks at me. “No sex…but please, I want to feel you against me. Skin to skin. I want to make you feel as amazing as you just did me.”
I groan and drop my head to kiss her, her hands moving to grip my ass and thrust my hips forward so we’re rubbing against one another, making my head spin.
The slick heat on my cock feels devastating in the absolute best way. I start to slowly rub myself up and down her slick folds, gliding with ease with her release, but it isn’t enough.
