Her hands roam my chest, tracing the lines of muscle, circling my nipples with featherlight touches that send sparks straight to my cock.
All the while, her hips keep drifting lower until she’s sitting directly on my cock with only the thin layer of my boxers between us. I groan, feeling her wetness coat me from base to tip as she rocks in tiny, torturous circles. The head of my dick catches against her clit with every pass, and she lets out these soft, broken little gasps into my mouth.
We’re still only kissing.
Maybe it's heavy petting now since she's soaking my boxers with her arousal and riding me. My hands flex at my sides, itching to grab her hips and guide her faster, harder, but I keep them there because she asked for control.
I might angel my hips just enough so that the thick ridge of my cock drags perfectly along her swollen clit.
She gasps, and her nails bite into my shoulders as she breaks the kiss.
“Jamie…” Her voice is wrecked, trembling. “You’re so hard…”
“Because of you.”
With her hands on my chest, she pulls away and takes me in before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my pecs.
I groan, my hands clutching at the sheets as I try to hold myself together. I don’t want to look too eager or demanding by touching her, but damn, it feels good to have all her attention like this.
Her kisses go lower.
Lower.
Lower, until she's seated between my thighs and studying my boxer-covered crotch. I hope she knows that little wet patch is from her.
She reaches her hand toward me, her fingers toying with the edge of my boxers. That's when I see it. The slight tremble in her hands.
I gently take that hand away, interlocking our fingers together. “You don’t have to do anything, you know. I’m more than happy to kiss you until we fall asleep.”
It's the truth, but I can't deny I'd behappierif we let this continue.
Her smile falls. “No. I want this, Jamie. I want you.”
Fuck. The determination in her voice and the meaning behind it make me harder. I didn’t know that was even possible.
“O—okay.” My voice croaks as her fingers curl around the band of my underwear and she pulls them off me.
When my dick bounces free, I fully expect her to take her time.
She doesn’t.
Her mouth is on me before my brain even catches up.
Warm, wet lips close around the swollen head in one smooth motion, and she sucks hard enough to make me see stars.
“Tiff—fuck,” I growl. Shit. Fuck. She’s just started, and I’m already having trouble breathing.
Her tongue swipes flat and slow across the sensitive slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum there before she takes me in her mouth, making my thighs shake.
As her hand starts to pump my cock, her free hand slides up my forearm, finds my wrist, and guides my fingers into her hair.
I thread them through her loose strands immediately, cradling the back of her head. I don’t put any pressure on her yet, but the weight of my hand is there, letting her know that I could, and that I want to.
She hums around me in approval, the vibration ripping straight up my spine.
Then she takes me deeper.
Her lips slide further down my shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. I feel the tight ring of her mouth stretch around me, feel the heat of her tongue pressing flat along the underside.