Page 108 of Doubts & Fears

“I love when you touch my ass. Go under, please.”

My hands dipped under the waistband of her dance shorts. The feel of her soft, supple ass cheeks had me groaning, and I marveled at how they fit my hands perfectly. I kneaded them as she rubbed her pussy on me harder.

The sensation of heat from between her legs against my sweats was fucking incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time I dry-humped a girl. It was so hot. The little noises she made drove me fucking crazy. She angled her clit to bump against the tip of my dick, and I moaned against her neck.

“Harder,” she cried. I increased the pressure of my hands on her ass. “Yes, my beloved, just like that. I need you so badly.”

“You’re so close. I can feel you shaking. I love it.” I stopped her as she panted. “But we only have a few minutes before Marcus gets back to take us home.”

“So we have to stop?” she asked, rubbing her pussy up and down me.

“Yes. I wouldn’t want Marcus to see you sitting on top of me like this, making those sweet little noises. I want those for my ears only.”

“But it’s throbbing.”

“What’s throbbing?”

She had no idea how much she was turning me on. I nipped her neck. A little hitched cry tore from her throat, only enhancing it.

“My clit. Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

Despite my warning, she continued to move. The only saving grace for either of us was the barrier of our clothing. My tongue dipped into her mouth, and she groaned deep. I dragged my tongue down the side of her neck.

“I know. You’re very needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. If you put your hand down my shorts, you’ll see how soaked you’ve made me. I’ll bet you could make me come quickly, before Marcus gets here. Would you?”

“Would I what?” I teased.

“Put your hand down my pants, touch my pussy. I’m so close. I need a little push. Flesh on flesh.”

I smiled as she picked up her pace once more. I guided her ass, listening to her. A part of me wondered if she was this bold with the others. Neither one had mentioned it before, so it led me to believe this was an us thing. I personally loved that she knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to ask me for it.

“We only have another minute, maybe. Not enough time, not really. It would be rushed, and I fear you would only be disappointed.”

“No, I…god…I won’t be disappointed because I’m so close, and your fingers would feel magical on my clit. I’m so wet and—”

“How do you know they would feel magical? I’ve never touched your clit, silly girl.” I pulled my hands out of her shorts.

“But I really, really want to come.”

“I know you do. You’re so wet that your dance shorts are sliding against my sweats with each pass over my dick. But you’re going to have to stop now.”

“I need another minute or your fingers, with the calluses. Oh god, it would be electric. Just a little touch, please, I need it.” She shivered on my lap, her legs shaking so hard.

She was completely lost in what she was doing, and I could let her edge herself on my dick all night.

“One little touch, but just one, okay? Stop grinding your needy little cunt on me.” I slapped her ass, and she moaned. Her eyes were so glassy, her breathing ragged, but she obeyed.

“Good girl. Now lean back a little. Are you ready?”

“So ready,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

I took my index finger and ran it along the middle of the outside of her dance shorts. She was soaking wet, with a definite damp mark on the front of her light-gray shorts. I chuckled as she moaned in frustration.

“Ivan, flesh on flesh.” She pouted. “You promised.”

“Did I? I don’t remember that. Now I must insist that we stop. I gave you your one touch.” A beautiful display of emotions passed across her face.

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