“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want to touch you.”
“You want to jack me off while playing with your pussy?”
“I just wanted to touch you,” she says.
“You don’t want more?”
“I’d like more, but…”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I don’t think I’m very good at giving a hand job.”
Given what she’s told me about her ex, I’m not surprised she hasn’t had much practice.
“Give me your hand.”
She does as she’s told.
I place it around my cock and close mine on top of hers. “I’ll show you.”
“I’d like that,” she says. “I just hope I do it well.”
“We’ll do it together.”
“Okay.”
Her eyes are trained on my cock, but her hand doesn’t move.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
“You said you’d show me.”
“I did, but you can start pumping my cock.”
She does.
She’s tentative. Careful.
“You want me to come or not?” I ask.
Wide eyes meet mine. “I’m not doing it, right?”
“You are, but you’re being too gentle.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. You have to grip my cock really hard and stroke it up-and-down with vigor.”
She tries again.
I grope her breast, squeeze hard, lower my head, and pull her nipple between my teeth.
She gasps.
“Did you feel that?”