“I can’t help it,” I whimper.
“Good,” He growls, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth, “I fucking love it.”
He rolls his hips forward, pushing his hardness into me and I could feel myself getting wetter. I’ve only ever gone this far with him, but it feels natural, it feels right.
“Seeing you in this shirt, nothing but a pair of panties on underneath,” He groans, “I’m so fucking hard for you, Ness.”
I nod eagerly, hands dropping to the belt securing his jeans, but he just chuckles and grasps my wrists, forcing them above my head. “You can’t take me yet, trouble.” He rasps, “But you will, won’t you pretty girl?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer as he maneuvers my wrists into one hand and runs his free one down my body, grasping my inner thigh.
“You’re shaking,” He frowns down at me.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Are you scared?” he asks, genuine concern tugging his dark brows down.
“Nervous,” I admit.
“Tell me you’re sure you want me here, Ness.”
“I’m sure,” There is no shake to these words, no hesitation.
“I’m going to take it slow with you, trouble.” He promises, a fire lighting in his eyes as he drops them to where my leg is spread, and center is covered by the white panties. “Work your sweet pussy up until you’re begging me to fill it.”
I almost choke on my tongue and a devilish grin lifts the corner of his mouth, “Is that what you want, pretty girl? My fingers deep in your cunt? You want me to fuck you and get you ready for my cock?”
I squirm, my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties as he slides his fingers closer to my center. He watches his hand the entire time, watches as he slides his finger under my underwear, and I gasp at the first touch against my sensitive flesh. “So wet,” He praises, “All this for me, trouble?”
“Only you.”
“When you touch yourself, is it me you imagine?” He asks, working me up with a gentle caress against my pussy, drawing pleasure from me I didn’t even know existed.
“Yes.”
“Is it my cock you want deep inside you when you fuck yourself, Ness? Do you imagine it’s me between your legs?”
“Yes,” I cry as he circles my clit, my hips bucking beneath him, but he just pins them down and tortures me some more, keeping that slow pace until I’m so wet and hot it physically hurts.
“Good,” He growls, “So fucking good.”
“Please!”
“You need to come? You’re so responsive for me,” He praises.
He applies more pressure, keeping the pace but then he leans down and captures a peaked nipple through the material of my shirt, andoh my fuck!
“Kolt!” The climax barrels through me, rattling my body as his fingers keep moving.
“That’s it,” He guides, “Say my name, baby.”
He continues to push the orgasm, prolonging it until it’s almost too much to bear before he moves his fingers away from the sensitive bundle of nerves, and through the wetness between my legs.
“I’m going to take these off,” he tells me, referring to my underwear and I give him the barest of nods for my consent. The orgasm has left me languid, sated, but we aren’t nearly close to being finished.
I lift my hips to help him remove my panties and he takes them down my legs slowly, drawing them over my feet before he throws them to the floor and places both hands on my knees, pushing them apart to expose me.
“Look at you, trouble, dripping all over the couch for me. So damn perfect.”
