Did I try to gently move her off me and head straight to the bathroom? Did I freeze? Move my hands off her?
I didn’t want to do that.
I wanted to fuck her.
I wanted to feel my cock deep inside her heat, feel her pulse around me as I made her come just like she had around my fingers. I wanted to tell her when she could come, when she could touch me. I wanted to step out of my controlled, boundaried expectations about what I could deserve and venture further into the unknown. With her.
All with her.
I needed some control here if I didn’t stop what was possibly about to happen.
Swallowing any indecision, I started to toy with her nipple, gently pinching it between two fingers, running my finger around it, stretching her top with the movement of my hand.
I hadn’t fixed on what she was wearing for bed when she kissed me last night, because I knew that wouldn’t end well. Her tits were just a bit more than a handful, plumper at the bottom, which meant her nipples sat high. The top she wore was white and fairly see-through; I figured she’d consciously decided to wear it, knowing what reaction she’d provoke from me, because I knew that Jerrica was just as controlled as me — she just understood better when to hand that control over.
I slipped my hand lower on her ass, just enough movement available as she was lying on my arm. The knee of her top leg moved higher and a slight moan came from her lips. I pinched her nipple again, this time a little harder. The movement of her fingers under the waistband of my shorts told me she was awake.
I pushed my fingers over the material between her legs, finding a wet spot that told me exactly what I needed to know.
I just wasn’t sure exactly how she’d expect me to be as a lover.
I carried on stroking her there, teasing that nipple, applying pressure over her covered entrance, not quite reaching her clit.
She started to move in my arms, just slightly, as if she was pretending she was still asleep for fear that if I knew she was awake, I’d stop.
I slipped my finger under the material of her knickers, the smooth liquid heat of her arousal making it easier to tease. She twitched her ass, just enough so I could possibly think she was still asleep, but enough to give me the go ahead to continue, just a little.
This time I tugged at her nipple, like I had last night, enough so that there was no way she could pretend to still be asleep.
“Don’t stop. Whatever you want to do, don’t stop.” Her words were breathy, still laced with sleep and tinged with need. They were like catnip for my dick, her hand now creeping towards it, shifting her legs so I had better access.
I could finger her easily now, so I slipped a digit into her tight heat, feeling her squeeze around it. Slowly I moved it in and out, my other hand still on her tit.
“How far do you want me to go?” Jerrica’s hand was trying to clasp my cock now under my shorts, clever fingers playing with the tip. I needed her boundaries before I snapped.
“I want you to fuck me and make me come. I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” She opened her eyes and tipped her head to look at me. “Are you?”
“I’m not on the pill, but I’m clean. This all stops when we get home. That’s my boundary.” For now. That was my boundary for now. “It’s between us.”
Her lips parted as I carried on fingering her, adding another digit, trying not to think too much about how tight she was going to feel when I got inside her.
“Fine. Take these off.” She tugged at my shorts.
“I have to pull my fingers out of you to do that, and I like them there at the moment. Take your hands out of them.”
She did as I told straight away. My cock was liking this.
I carried on with shallow thrusts of my fingers, not enough for her to get anywhere near an orgasm. Her breath was becoming harder, her body moving instinctively to try and get to the end.
I wasn’t going to go hardcore edging with her now, but it wouldn’t hurt to play.
I let her have a little more depth, finding that spot inside her core again that would send her over the edge eventually, and giving it a couple of nudges, before I pulled my hand away from her sopping centre.
“Take your clothes off.”
She opened her mouth as if she was going to reply, then stopped, sitting up and pulling her vest over her head, leaving her tits exposed for me to look at.
And I looked, holding up one in my hand then the other.
