Dating a very shy man who also happens to be a virgin and insists on taking it slow.
Which of course you don’t mind because you love him and things are going so so well! You wouldn’t wanna mess it up by being horny but he doesn’t make it easy for you. Like now, the two of you have had a few glasses of wine between the both of you and it’s like all of the pent up sexual frustration comes back with a deep throb in your pussy. He’s laying back against the bed, eyes scanning your face as the movie finishes on the screen and the credits begin to roll. You toss your leg up so it drapes across his lap and your warm cunt gains a glint of satisfaction by resting against his thigh. He doesn’t even seem to pick up on anything, he just leans down and presses a kiss to your lips and it’s slow, dangerously slow. His tongue slides over your bottom lip and slips into your mouth and you can’t seem to fight the moan that slips from your mouth out of pure desire for the man in front of you. Your hips, albeit slow, moved with a desperation. Your hips were stuttering as you deepened the kiss. His hands slid down your body, one inching down your back and the other gripping the thigh you caged him to the bed with. Somehow it escalates even further, you end up on top of him entirely. Pussy resting directly over the bulge in his shorts, rocking back and forth with so much want that the bed beneath you squeaks as result. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening with each movement of your hips, all the while the two of you haven’t stopped kissing once. His hands are squeezing your sides, his hips bucking upwards without any hesitation until he simply…stops? You’re confused and you pull away with hazy eyes and swollen lips and he looks up at you with a nervous expression and messy hair and you can feel the way he’s throbbing underneath you. All for you and yet-
“I-I think we should stop here” he says, clearing his throat following a nerdy crack in his voice.
“No no you’re right” you say and scurry off of the man’s lap, eyes immediately finding the obvious wet patch you left on his shorts and your cheeks heat up at your desire being so obvious.
He doesn’t mention it he just pulls you back into his chest and kisses the top of your head, snuggling like nothing ever happened and you wonder if anyone’s ever died of sexual frustration before.