She walked behind him. She wanted him to relax, to physically enjoy her company, enjoy having her in his space. She wasn't sure this would work, but she was damn well going to try.
She put her hands down his shoulders gently, feeling the extremely tense muscles through the fabric of his shirt. No wonder he was so uncomfortable. She couldn't help but be turned on, though, finally being able to touch him, even through his shirt.
Jenkins froze at her touch, and couldn't keep himself from fidgeting nervously. He couldn't see her, but could feel her body heat as she began to kneed the tight knots in his shoulders with her hands. He had never allowed someone to touch him like this, to get this close. He swallowed, the saliva acidic, a testament to how uncomfortable this was.
It only took a few seconds, though, of having her warm hands work the tension out of his back to make his whole mouth water with pleasure. His body had hurt with stress and the intensity of desire for days. He had no resistance.
He couldn't help but move without thought, leaning into her fingers, letting her read his body's cues as to what he liked as she applied more pressure.
It was delightful, slow and deliberate, down his back, and then up, moving the tension to the sides and then releasing it. He had never had anyone care for him so. Jenkins closed his eyes and moaned softly his approval. He couldn't help it, and at this precise moment, he simply could no longer give a damn about propriety.
She said nothing as she slid her hands up to his next and massaged the nape of his neck, touching his skin for the first time. His skin was taut, younger than she had thought it would be. She was aroused, heat building at her core, but she kept on. Jenkins' eyes were closed, head bent slightly forward, feeling the pads of her fingers on his neck, absolutely lost in the pleasure of her hands. It was more erotic to watch him than anything she had ever experienced.
She stopped, which made him immediately open his eyes, breathing heavily, his disappointment clear. She looked at him just a little mischievously.
"Lay down on the bed," she ordered softly. Jenkins was in no mood to argue.
He tried to not just lay passively and let her do all the work, but he mostly failed. Cassandra's hands were busy, undoing the buttons on his shirt. She opened it and lightly grazed his chest with her fingernails, eliciting a grunt from him in return.
Somewhere in the back of his mind was a place that chastised him for the carnal sound, for all of the sounds he made in pleasure, but that place was rapidly losing its authority.
She tugged on his sleeves until she could pull away the entire shirt, finally able to rub her hands over his chest and his arms, tweaking his nipples playfully. Her touch was almost painful now, with a low moan coming from him that only grew louder, desire shooting through his veins like liquid fire.
She said nothing as she worked at the button to his pants, working them off, to see his boxers. iBoxers./i Cassie nearly orgasmed at the sight. He was the man of her dreams, and she had nearly missed him.
She shimmied out of her clothes, starting with her panties. Jenkins could do nothing more than stare.
"Cassandra," he gasped, look at her with wide eyes. She smirked. iSmirked./i He knew he was in trouble now.
He wanted to protest, wanted to say they should slow down, but all he could do was wet his lips.
Cassandra saw the change in his mood, though, almost as if she could perceive an aura about him. She look into his deep blue eyes.
"Trust me?" She asked quietly. "I promise we won't have intercourse. But I want to do this for you. Please?"
Jenkins could only nod. That place in his mind spoke up again, that it wasn't right, he should be protecting her, promising to not hurt her. But the pleasure of Cassie's hands drowned the voice out again into white noise.
She scooted down his length, positioning herself perfectly to let his tip rest on her labia. He groaned, it was too much - and then she pushed against him, forcing his long length between her thighs.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, Cassie!" He sobbed, overwhelmed, throwing his head back, his eyes seeing nothing, only thrusting, her skin creating the friction he had been denying himself for days. He gripped her shoulders, completely lost, the only thought he was capable of was the importance of moving between her thighs.
Cassie simply couldn't help but moan over and over as she clenched her thighs together, giving him a tight hole to thrust into. It was sensual, carnal, a sensory overload, to feel his penis between her thighs, his hands gripping her shoulders almost painfully, rocking back and forth. She had fantasized about this- it was kinky and erotic and perfect for what they needed now.
She barley registered that he was long, thick, and uncircumcised. She was, for the first time in her life, completely in the present, the motion acting like a chant, a trance.
Jenkins could only thrust for a few minutes before he lost all control, his hips jerking on their own, erratic, as Cassandra hung on to him to hold them in place. He was just a body, the need for completion filled him, as he cried out in glorious release.
It was just enough friction at her navel that allowed Cassie to follow him, the arousal of watching Jenkins pleasure himself with her thighs more than enough to bring her over the top. She shrieked, high pitched, it wasn't even vaginal sex, but by god it was the best orgasm of her life.
They laid like that for a moment, entangled, panting from exertion, Jenkins trying to come regain control of his body after experiencing the most intense pleasure of his life.
He quickly felt the effect of the release of days of tension, drowsiness nearly overtaking him. He refused, pushed it back, he wasn't going to be anything like the stories woman giggled at each other about their partners.
He looked down at Cassandra, who was snuggled into his chest, eyes closed, inhaling his scent. He knew he should offer to get a towel, to clean up the mess he had just surely made, but he couldn't bring himself to disturb such an angelic pose. This beautiful woman, snuggled against him, willingly let him use her body for his pleasure, and seemingly got something out of it in return. A tear slid down his cheek. He wasn't sure if it was from being happy or sad.