His hand skims up my side, leaving tendrils of fire in its wake. My body arches and I groan as he palms my breast, rolling and kneading like a master baker. I'm dough in his hands. Another groan leaves my throat when he pinches my taut nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy who responds by wetting her lips.
"Take my hand, show me what you like." His whisper is gruff against my ear. A request. A command. One I'm more than happy to oblige.
My butt is wedged against his pelvis, my head laid back on his shoulder as my body covers his. Though he's beneath me, I am completely open and vulnerable with my legs spread wide, feet planted on either side of his hips. My back to his chest, his hands, free to roam wherever they please. And they do please. He takes my hand in his and pulls it down to that sensitive little spot where my thigh meets my pelvis. I'm ticklish, snickering when his fingers brush across my skin.
"If you don't want to be tickled, then show me what you do want."
I move my hand to cover smooth, heated flesh as he again covers it with his own. I've never done this in tandem before and the experience is exhilarating. My heart pounds in my chest while my breath comes in shallow pants. My fingers move over my clit first, then down to cover my entire pussy before I drag them back up to circle again. His hand over mine adds a layer of pressure so light it's almost imperceptible, and at the same time, it's heavy and hot. I feel the warmth of his hand over mine, the slick, wet heat of my vagina at our fingertips, and my entire body responds to the sensations with a thrill and a shudder.
"Show me." He commands once more, taking my other hand in his, placing it on my breast.
I tweak my nipple, his fingers pinching mine as I pinch my own flesh. I'm touching myself everywhere, touching him, touching me, and it's almost too much - his body beneath mine, his arms holding me in a deceptively strong embrace while his hands glide with mine over my exposed skin.
"Come whenever you want, love. This is your show."
His words are the only catalyst I need. As if having a mind of their own, my fingers furiously circle my throbbing clit, then plunge into my body and come back out.
"Do that again." He whispers harshly. "Fuck yourself."
I do. I plunge two fingers into my body and nearly come undone when he slips his hand beneath mine to mimic my previous motion, rubbing tantalizing circles around that bundle of nerves that are going to make me explode like a firecracker.
We repeat the motions, his touch added to my own, molten fire blazing through my veins for what feels like an eternity. My muscles clench around my own fingers, plunging in and out of my body. So close, so far, just a little more...
"Please..." I gasp in desperation. "Help me."
He shoves the hand over my breast away and grabs it for himself, the kind of hold that will be seen later, and pinches my nipple with a strength I do not possess, while simultaneously doing the same to my swollen clit. The bite is all I need as I finger-fuck myself into oblivion, coming apart at the seams, grounded in his embrace.