Page 160 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“I-I want to try something. Do you trust me to stop if you say stop?” he asked, completely serious.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Chris, Please.”

I didn’t know what he wanted to do, but I needed him back on me. I grabbed him and pulled him down, kissing him. I moaned when his hand started trailing down my dress. I stilled a little when he started pushing it up, my heart hammering in my chest, but he stopped and started rubbing circles in the place he paused his hand until I relaxed again. His hand moved up slowly, and it was sending the most delicious waves of pleasure straight to my core. As he started getting close to my center, I started squirming. I needed his hand to move faster.

“Chris,” I whimpered, and he stopped.

“Is this too much?”

“More,” I whimpered, trying to rub my legs together. His eyes heated. He pulled his hand away and pulled the straps of my dress down. His lips began kissing over the swells of my breast while his other hand went back between my legs. He groaned when he met the cloth of my underwear, which I knew had to be soaked again. His finger trailed over the cloth slowly. Every now and then, I felt his finger pressing over my clit.

“This feel okay?”

I nodded. The love of my life maintained eye contact as he continued to run his fingers over the strip of cotton, putting a little more pressure each time until he was rubbing my clit over the cloth, the soaked fabric adding a light level of abrasion that was making me whimper and squirm. I need more.

“Chris, I need...” I trailed off, not knowing how to ask for what I needed.

I whimpered as his finger pressed right on my clit and my head dropped back.

“Is this what you need, baby?”

I could only whimper as he continued rubbing my clit with more pressure with each pass.

“Tell me what you need, Violet,” Chris demanded and stopped moving his fingers. “I need to know what feels good, baby.”

"Keep going. Goddess, please keep going.” I begged, trying to rub myself up and down his stilled fingers.

Chris removed his fingers and I whimpered, but then he moved the fabric of my panties the side, and placed his fingers between my folds, pressing on my clit. I moaned.

“Still okay, love?”

“I need more. Make me cum.” I grabbed his hair and pulled him down until he was kissing me, his fingers picking up their pace between my legs.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so beautiful like this. Cum for me, Violet,” Chris ordered.

Two fingers pinched my clit as he spoke and bright spots burst behind my eyes. My head fell back and an orgasm made my entire body bow. A satisfied sob broke out of me as my body began to calm.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at me.

“Tha—that felt amazing,” I answered.

He smiled and lay down beside me. I cuddled close to him, and my leg grazed over a very obvious issue.

“What about you?” I asked, placing my hand over his bulge.

Chris took a sharp breath and shuddered. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand farther up his body to his hard abs.

“I’ll be okay. This was about you, Violet.”

“But—”

“Small steps, Little Warrior. You did so well today. We don’t have to push everything tonight.”

“We’ll try that again, though?” I asked, tracing the line of his abs.

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