Page 6 of Our Bodies, Our Choice

“But what about you?” she questions as I continue to kiss her. “I… I want—”

I move my lips along to the shell of her ear and down the delicate column of her neck “What do you want, baby, hmm?”

She hums in enjoyment. “Mmm, that feels good. But I want… I want to make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good.”

“You know what I mean.”

I chuckle against the curvature of Sky's neck. “Don’t worry. If it feels good for you, then it will for me. Trust me on that.”

“Okay.” The word comes out breathy as I continue to roam my lips down to her collarbone.

Pressing my hand a little more firmly to the space just below her ass, I stand up and turn myself before sitting down in the computer chair. With Sky still straddling me, her legs either side of my hips, I pull her head closer to me before whispering lightly in her ear, “Ride me. Roll these perfect hips of yours and make yourself come.”

I’m desperate to feel her fall apart in my lap and watch the expressions her face makes when she comes. Her eyes meet mine as she leans back to look at me, flicking left and right, checking to see if I’m being serious.

Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I hold them firmly in my grasp before pulling her closer to my groin. And with just the right amount of pressure—when she finally moves—her clit will rub perfectly against the seam of my jeans. The part that covers the zip. I’m aching to touch her, my own pussy already throbbing with the need to not only do that… but the need to taste her, too.

“Will you touch me,” she asks just before she begins to very slowly, but surely, dry hump me.

Fuck.

“Yes,” I reply, keeping my eyes trained on her because I don’t want to look away for even a second. “But… only when you ask me to.”

Sky closes her eyes, resting her hands on my shoulders and dropping her head back slightly. Her pace picking up a little more, all before she releases the sexiest little moan I think I’ve ever heard.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Flicking my eyes down, I watch the lower half of her body grind back and forth against me. Her mini skirt has ridden higher, revealing her thick thighs and the rose tattoos that sit right at the top. The silky black thong she’s wearing is now drenched. Her peaked nipples are visually alluring, pressed against the thin cotton fabric of her vest.

She’s fucking glorious to look at.

A sight I never want to forget.

I keep my hands on her hips, desperate to touch her in ways I’ve only dreamt of, but refusing to give myself what I want until she asks for it. Until I know she wants me as much as I do her. This might be something in the heat of the moment, sure, but with the way she’s giving herself to me, I believe it’s more than that.

“Oh,” she moans again. My pussy becoming slick with need for her. “Nora.”

Fffuck...

She’s not the only one that’s breathless now. Whose lungs are constricting tightly because fuck me, if having her grind her pussy against mine isn’t the best feeling in the world.

“What do you want, Sky, tell me.”

Please ask me to touch you already.

I’m begging you.

“I want to come… please.” Her begging is euphoric.

“Then come for me, baby.”

“Not like this.” Her moaning escalates an octave higher.

I’m about to fucking lose it.

My restraint is killing me more than she is.