I reach up on tiptoes and kiss his neck, nibble, and lick the skin I have been denied, as he stiffens in response. The tension is oozing from him, yet he doesn't move out of my grasp or move to touch me. My hand slowly traces the soft hard muscles down his chest, across his sculpted stomach, around past his hips and finally over his ass.
Every stroke making the burning ache inside of me notch up until I'm almost melting from within for him. I reach down grabbing his hand, not satisfied with his self-control, pulling him into me, almost groaning at the look in his eyes as we come nose to nose. He may not be initiating anything, but he certainly isn't stopping me from doing it. He's just as weak as I am and no matter how much will power, he's trying to dredge up, it's failing him.
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