“Tense?” He asks, his voice quiet as he slips a hand down my shorts. His rough fingers grab at the
plush of my ass, massaging it nicely.
“Feels uncomfortable,” I mutter, looking back over my shoulder to meet his eyes. A slight frown accompanies
the soft sigh falling off my lips at the warm of his flat palm against my back.
I squirm, his touch feeling too nerve-wracking and intense even if it’s just a light touch. I whine slightly,
trying to relax and get used to the feeling.
I want to feel his touch and enjoy it, I want to get used to this. But my body doesn’t seem
to be able to, no matter what I try to do.
There’s an artistic, featherlight feeling to his fingers, one that doesn’t match the calloused and
rugged skin of his fingertips. They trace over the curve of my shoulder blades, dipping below the bone
and caressing the skin.
Every fiber in my body tries to fight it, but I feel his ticklish touch and I squirm so much under his fingers.
His legs cage me onto the bed, sitting on the back of my legs to keep me from moving too much.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He says sharply, his voice still quiet. I hum in response, biting onto my lower lip.
His hands move down my back like a masseuse until they reach my shorts, tugging playfully at the hem of the fabric.
I take a deep breath, a shiver runs up my spine again and his fingers dance up my side. A soft kiss to my arm
as he moves it behind my back, hand loosely wrapped around my wrist.
“Does this feel okay?” He asks, referring to his hand on my arm behind my back. I nod
before resting my forehead against a pillow, trying to keep myself from squirming involuntarily.
He tightens his grip slightly, urging me to answer with words instead. I look up from the pillow, focusing
on the white wall and the navy bedsheets.
His hand grabs my chin, leaning over to gaze into my eyes. “Keep going.” I finally answer, my voice barely above a whisper
in an attempt to voice my desires. One hand reaches up, my fingers harshly grabbing at his hand to pry it away.
I shift around a little, keeping my ass in the air to grind back into him. He moves to sit at my calves, my ass
pressing against his crotch. A choked moan leaves his lips, catching him by surprise.
I rest my head on my hands, putting in work to keep my ass up. His hands caress the side of my thighs until they find purpose on
my hips, leaning over me with his sweatpants rubbing against my shorts.
A soft breath leaves my lips, feeling the nice warmth on my ass at the contact. He chuckles at the sound,
one hand pressed against my tailbone, the other pulling at my shorts.
I barely move and he has gotten my shorts off, my panties still on. His fingers tease, rubbing against my thighs.
He leans forward again, the same soft kisses from earlier repeating their trip over my neck.
This time they continue down, my body tensing.
With a deep breath, I relax slightly, focusing on the sensation of his hand.