Oh, how his shaft jumped.
He hadn't expected her to take his hand and drop him right there on the sweet spot. When she let his hand go, he didn't move at all. He looked at her.
"Are you sure?"
"It's your hand, not your dick. So please move. Show me how it feels to have someone else there instead of my hand," She said. "Unless you prefer not to?"
She gasped when he cupped her. "Oh, hell yes I want to."
He went slow, rubbing down then back up. The clothes presented a barrier for now. He moved his hand again then rubbed up her thigh. He wanted to tease her by exploring her legs. The most skin he'd ever touch so far. One leg laid against his bulge while the other laid on the bed. She was spread open for him.
He edged the shorts with his fingertips. He couldn't wait to shuck it off. He went back over her mound and rubbed hard. He could hear the gasp as his palm went over her sensitive bundle. He pulled his hand back over to her stomach and his fingertips grazed at the folded elastic. She grabbed the elastic and lifted her bottom up.
Oh, finally.
He'd be able to touch her…see her. He slipped his finger under the elastic and helped her pull it off. The shorts disappeared somewhere behind him, and his hand went back down her thigh. He touched the edge of her lacy underwear. He looked at her and dipped his head by her head.
"Purple's your favorite color huh?" He whispered by her ear.
He slipped his finger under the band and rubbed it along her stomach as she nodded. He could see her clenching the sheets with her hand. He kissed her warm cheek. Then at the edge of her mouth. He pulled his finger out and set his palm on her stomach. He moved his hand forward as he kissed her.
Her tuft of hair tickled his fingers. He didn't stop as he gave a little scratch there. He lifted his head and watched her face. He wanted to see her expression as he inched closer. He found her special button and her mouth opened. He nipped the bottom of her lip. He traced the little bud, tickling it. Then he pressed down gently.
She was sensitive. Her hand went up to grab at his bicep when he rubbed. A little sound came from deep inside her throat. His finger moved downwards, slipping between her folds.
"Oh…you're wet, you little minx," He whispered to her as he rubbed his finger through the wetness.
She could only respond with a moan. He looked away from her and to his hand hidden under the lace. He moved his fingers through the folds and back up to her clit. He kept doing that over and over. Her legs shook. He looked back up to her.
"I…" She couldn't speak.
"You're getting close?" He asked her as he pressed his thumb against her clit.
Her back arched as she nodded. "Yea-ugh!"
He rubbed his thumb in a circle motion and slipped a finger between her folds, over the entrance, teasing it. He bent his head down and trapped her mouth with his. He moved his thumb faster as he kissed and pulled her lips. He could feel her fingernails digging into his muscle. He lifted his head and looked at her face. She was flushed. Her eyes glimmered with deep arousal and need.
"Hel-ugh!" She cried as she moved her body. He could tell she was right at the edge.
He kept moving his thumb and he moved his head over to her breast. He put his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard.
"Ah!"
Her orgasm ran through her as she shook against his body. He slowed down his rubbing of her clit and kept sucking her nipple. He pulled his head back when he felt her body slowing down. He stopped rubbing and just let his hand sit there. He looked at her.
"Oh…" She sighed.
He pulled his hand out from under her lace underwear and wiped her slickness on his sweatpants. Then he glided his hand up her stomach, around her breast, and stopped at her cheek. He thumbed the bottom of her lip.
"That was…"
He grinned, "That was what?"
She smiled at him, "Great. That was great."
He kissed her cheek, "Good." He pulled back and threw back the covers that were still half on him. "Give me a second, okay? Let me go to the bathroom." He pulled his arms from her and rolled away. He got up from the bed.
"Why?"
He turned at her question. "I don't think you're ready for this part yet."
He walked from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He knew from the day before that she hadn't wanted to touch him yet. That she wasn't ready for that part. Wasn't ready to put her hands on him. The way he wanted her to.
She watched him go. She could see the outline of the hidden bulge under his sweats. She knew exactly what he meant. She got out of the bed just as he opened the bathroom door. She didn't hold any embarrassment for walking through his room naked, except for the underwear she still wore. She walked to the bathroom.
She smacked her hand on the door before it clicked shut. The door opened. To his astonishment, she stood there, hand on door, breast bared, and lacy panties covered with her slick. She pushed the door open more and he backed up. She stepped in and closed it. Trapping them in the small room.
She crossed her arms, pushing her breast up higher. "Did you really think I'd let you take care of this on your own?"
He cocked his eyebrow at her words. His shaft somehow got even harder. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her up the door. He jutted his member against her core. She let out a grunt as her back knocked against the door. She could feel the hard contour of his shaft right between her folds.
"The things you do to me woman," He growled as he pulled her legs up around his waist, his tail curling around her ankle. He bucked into her as he put his mouth on her neck.