On top of them, teasing, they hide their face behind their hands, so flustered they can't even look at me. I lean down, close enough for my breath to brush their ear, and whisper what I want to do. They whine softly, a quiet "oh god" slipping out under their breath.
Gently, I pull their hands away from their face and make them look at me.
"Do you want me to take off my clothes?" I ask as a joke at first.
They glance up, nervous, eyes flickering with something shy and needy. "Please," they say, barely audible.
I tilt my head, pressing my hand lightly against their chest. "What was that? A little louder."
They glance up, nervous, โPlease,โ they say, barely audible.
That's all it takes. I don't hesitate, slipping out of my clothes without breaking the moment. When I'm done, they're staring up at me, wide eyed, almost overwhelmed.
"Is this okay?" I ask, a hint of uncertainty creeping in.
They shake their head quickly, still holding my gaze.
"Yes," they admit, voice steady. "I just don't know what to do."
I take their hands and guide them to my waist, holding them there for a moment, grounding them.
"Hey," I murmur softly, my tone gentler now, "you don't have to know everything. Just stay with me."
They nod, still shy, still unsure, but not pulling away. I lean in a little closer, resting my forehead against theirs, giving them a small, reassuring smile.
"Just follow me," I whisper, softer this time, less teasing and more patient.
Their hands tremble against my skin as I guide one between my legs, letting them feel how wet I am. A gasp escapes their lips as their fingers brush against my slick folds. I rock my hips against their touch, my breath catching at the contact.
"Feel what you do to me," I whisper, my voice filled with need. "Feel how much I want you."
Their other hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. I arch into their touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. Their confidence grows with each sound I make, their movements becoming more deliberate.
Now I'm fully stripped of my clothes as they move my hips so my bare cunt is rubbing over their clothed thigh. I'm absolutely soaked at this point, a wet spot forming on their pants, but that doesn't stop them from gripping me and pulling me closer. Their whining and whimpering only pushes me further and further to the edge. I had teased them too hard, and now I'm on top of them naked, not quite sure how I ended up here, but I don't want it to stop.
