“I'm sure you will be able to control yourself. I have faith in you.” She edged closer and the feel of her small hand as it slid across my naked chest sent shockwaves straight down into my groin. My cock strained, demanding to be let free.
“You shouldn't. Briella, what are you doing?” Easily I caught her wrist in my hand, pulling it away from my skin. “Did I not just say to you that I want you? Touching me isn't helping the situation.”
“I just want to be held, Tommy. We are both adults, we can…”
Groaning again, I placed both my hands on her hips. “You’re going to kill me, Briella.”
“You won't…”
“I'll hold you, Briella, but no touching from you. I only have so much self-control. Now turn the other way and go to sleep.”
She did as I asked with a small sigh, and after a second of hesitation, I curled my body against her back, the hand on her hip sliding down to rest on her stomach.
This was hell.
Pure fucking hell. And yet I loved it.
Every single part of me loved it.
Angling my hips away from her I closed my eyes.
“Tommy?”
“Yes, Briella?”
“Thank you.”
“You don't need to thank me. Now go to sleep.”
