on his, both of her hands resting in the middle of his chest. She was balancing herself, but doing much more than that.

“Do you want to touch me?” She knew the answer, but waited.

“God, yes.” His hand, held rigidly at his side, started to move, but stopped when she gave a slight shake of her head.

“How does it make you feel, that wanting?” She brought her face down closer to his, her eyes searching, her hair falling across his chest and shoulders. He gave a small gasp, just a short intake of breath, his eyes half-closing in anticipation.

“Crazy,” he murmured, swallowing, licking his lips. “Like…like I would do anything. Anything for you. To you. I feel…I fell like a wild man. I want to…”

“Go on,” she encouraged, rocking her hips back slightly, feeling his cock jerk.

“Don’t censor it. Tell me.”

“I want to… oh god.” He gasped again when one of her hands snuck behind her back, pressing his cock, which had made a wet precum trail along the groove of her ass. “Oh my god, that’s good. I want to fuck you, Holly, I want to be inside you.”

“Mmm.” She rubbed him a little faster, her expert thumb caressing the sensitive frenulum. “Good. More.”

“I have to.” His hips pressed her upward, and she delighted in his strength, how in-check it was in the moment, its potential for unleashing. “Oh please, I want you, I want to fuck you, take you…” He let out a low growl when she wrapped her hand completely around his cock. “I could devour you.”

“Yes!” She squeezed, released. Again. Again. “Tell me. Tell me, Brian.”

“Ahhhhh god I want to crawl inside you!” His hands went to her hips and she didn’t stop him, rocking back against his cock, still tight in her fist, her pussy spreading wetness over his lower belly. “I could tear you apart just to get inside you, ahhh god I want you, every fucking inch of you.”