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Jess giggled, her body vibrating mine. Slowly, I slid my hand over her side to cup her breast. Her giggles immediately silenced, and her breathing paused. Smirking, I stared ahead at the TV, not at all paying attention to the show. I massaged the soft globe until her breathing turned slow and even, her body relaxing back into mine. My thumb flicked over her nipple, and it hardened instantly. Grasping the newly formed bud, I squeezed it gently between two fingers, and I felt her thighs clench.
After another pinch, I rubbed the fabric of her shirt over the sensitive nip, then left it to ache, sliding my hand down over her hip and pushing my fingers into the waistband of the sweats.
I felt her attention even though she didn’t look up. Her body remained still under the blanket, but tension radiated from her pores. The rush I felt knowing I could affect her just as much as she did me only turned me on more, my softening dick going back to stone.
My fingers slid down, slipping beneath the lace waistband of her panties and then stopping their perusal. She shifted restlessly, and I suppressed a smile. Slowly, I started moving, dragging my fingers back and forth just above her pubes, occasionally scratching into the trimmed curls.
Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly against my side. My heart was pounding, blood roaring between my ears. Since the arm wrapped around her body couldn’t reach past her groomed curls, I slipped my other hand down to her center, pushing between her thighs.
She froze and looked up. I stared into her eyes while slowly sliding one finger into her slit. Oh, the effort it took to not groan upon meeting her already wet center, at the way her silky softness coated my skin instantly.
Adding another finger to the one already playing, I dipped a little farther, her thighs relaxing in invitation. The second I pulled free of her waistband, she looked at me accusingly, and I smiled. She looked adorably disgruntled when I reached into the popcorn bucket.
“Open up,” I said, my voice a low murmur.
Her eyes narrowed, but I persisted, shoving the snack and my fingers right against her lips. The second she felt it, her eyes flared, awareness shooting through her body. I smirked, rubbing my wet fingers over the seam of her lips.
They parted, and I pushed the popcorn in along with the fingers I knew tasted like her. I pushed the popcorn to the side and dragged those damp fingers across her tongue. Her lips closed around them, prolonging the drag as I pulled them away.
“Taste good?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Watch the movie like a good girl,” I said right against her ear, then pushed my hand back into her pants.
Her thighs trembled as I found her slit and pushed my fingers inside, stroking and teasing with the lightest touch. Her head slid from my shoulder to my chest, her heavy breaths hot against the fabric of my shirt.
What turned into a game quickly morphed into something else. Of me playing with her in a room full of people, secret pleasure a blanket concealed.
I knew I should pull away and finish this later. Let her ache the way I was. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her pleasure, and I wanted it right now. I wanted to watch her fall apart while having to hold it together. I wanted to take her in this room filled with people while no one knew what I was doing.
Just knowing she was writhing on the inside, her panties soaked, and her clit swollen and throbbing was pleasure all its own.
Her arm wrapped around my waist, fingers clutching at my side.
I kept my stare straight ahead and pressed against her engorged clit. Her fingers dug tighter into my waist, and I continued to stroke that spot. Her leg moved restlessly under the blanket, and I stopped moving. She stilled, and I started touching her again, dipping the tip of my finger into her drenched opening. Leaving it pushed inside, I laid my thumb against her button and pressed.
Her entire body tensed, and I knew she was close to falling over the edge. Body shuddering, she pushed up off my chest and looked at me, need and panic warring in her eyes.
“Benji,” she whispered, voice wobbly.
My finger was still buried in her body, my thumb pressed against her clit. “What’s up, baby girl?” I asked quietly.
“I think I need some ice for my head.”
“Mm,” I said, pulling my hand out of her pants.
She sagged at the loss of contact, the tension in her body still making her tremble.
“Come on then,” I said, lifting her off the couch as I stood, using her body to hide my erection. “Be right back,” I told the room as I carried her down the hall.
Instead of going into the kitchen with the ice, I hauled ass up the stairs and hurried into the bedroom.
“I couldn’t do it,” she said the second we were behind closed doors.
“Do what, baby?”
“Not say your name when you make me come.”
