Page 53 of Static

His hands were gentle and strong. My nerves were starting to melt away under his touch. He knew exactly how to handle me.

His hand disappeared from under my shirt and I let out a little whine. He adjusted me, taking the hem of my shirt and tugging it up and over my head until I was sitting on his lap in just my jeans and bra.

"Easy," he crooned.

The next thing I knew he was slipping his hand into the cup of my bra. When his fingers closed over my nipple once more I let out a small cry. There was nothing but the heat between us. No fabric. No bad memories. No pain.

"That's it, Sugar," he encouraged.

I was breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling rapidly.

"So fucking beautiful," he said. He sounded pained.

His free hand moved and rested on my belly, fingers splayed as he toyed with my breast.

"Look," he growled. "Wanna see how your tits look as I play with them?"

"I can't." The idea of watching as he played with me, made me hot all over. What he was doing was like a direct line to my clit and every time he plucked and pulled at my nipple my pussy clenched.

"Yes, you can." His words were a dark promise.

"Static," I cried.

His teeth bit the lobe of my ear. "Be a good girl," he growled. "Watch."

I whimpered, but did as he asked. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Watching as he teased and plucked at my nipple. His other hand moved lower, sliding down my stomach, his fingers dipping below the waistband of my jeans and panties.

"Soaked," he muttered, his breath blowing over my ear.

I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breast harder into his hand. His hand left my pants, and I nearly cried, but then he was unbuttoning and unzipping them.

"Up."

Lifting my hips, I watched as he used both hands to yank my pants down. I couldn't find it inside myself to be embarrassed that I was sitting almost fully naked in his lap. He tossed my jeans and panties away, leaving me in just my bra. I'd taken off my flip flops when I came inside, knowing at some point I'd curl up on his couch.

Next his hand went to the clasp between my breasts and flicked it. They weren't big, but at least they were perky. My bra soon joined my jeans and I was sitting on him fully naked while he had all his clothes on. That wasn't fair, but I couldn't vocalize the words because his hands were back on me.

His lips trailed over my neck as he used both hands to cover my breasts once more. He squeezed and plucked, rolling and pinching as his thumbs and forefingers closed around the sensitive tips. It was pleasure mixed with the pain and my head fell back again as I gave in and enjoyed the way he was touching me.

I was lost in the pleasure, and jumped when his finger circled my clit. "Oh," I groaned.

"Yeah, Baby Girl. I think it's time I made you come."

I didn't argue, didn't have it in me. I watched as his big hand moved over my pussy. I was so wet I could hear him as he touched me. The sound was so lewd. He rubbed up and down a few times, spreading the moisture, and then he dipped a finger inside.

My muscles tightened. It had been a long time since anyone other than myself had been inside my pussy. "Static," I cried.

"Easy," he soothed, slowly withdrawing. "I'm gonna take good care of you, Gwen."

His finger moved and circled my clit a few times before moving back down and sinking inside. He did that several times, until my muscles loosened and relaxed around him. Once he had me loose and panting, he added another finger.

"Oh!" I cried, shocked at how full I felt.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes," I gasped.

He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb flicking over my clit every time. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, it was growing. My pussy tightened and then his fingers were gone.

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