Taking my budding erection in both hands, he rubs it between his palms, watching my face closely to see how I react to what he does.
I resist, I neverlet them see I like it because I never do…but I can’t deny the soft touch, the pliant fingers, the way he strokes and kneads and caresses me until I can hardly stand his hands on my body, the sensation is just too much. I didn’t know anything could ever feel this good.
There’s a slight grin on his face, a sheen in his eyes that tells me he’s enjoying this as much as I am
I shouldn’t give, I shouldn’t let myself lose control, I shouldn’t enjoythis but I do. God I do, and I can’t stop myself from arching up against him. I can’t stop the moan that rises in my throat. I never thought I’d actually want someone as badly as I want this man, this Coby. The way he’s holding me…I never knew a man could be so gentle, so tender—I never knew hands like his could form anything other than pain.