His hand on her lower back slid lower—slow, careful—until his palm cupped one soft cheek of her ass through the dress feeling its young supple firmness and it’s soft too.
He squeezed it gently—reverent—feeling her plush flesh yield under his fingers, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric. His thumb traced the crease where her thigh t her ass, brushing close enough to the damp heat between her legs that she gasped softly and rocked forward involuntarily.
Her heart stuttered at the tenderness in his touch, the way he held her like sothing precious instead of sothing to be used.
After waiting for so long, she was feeling what it was like being wanted by Phei after the so long avoiding her.
Her clit throbbed harder against the soaked cotton at the thoughts of what moree he was going to give her—her clit right now was erect and hypersensitive that every tiny shift of her hips dragging the fabric over the aching erect pearl and making her inner walls flutter desperately.
Her pussy clenched again—empty, needy—pushing out another slow gush of slick that trickled down her inner thighs, making her panties cling even more obscenely to her folds.
"Phei..." she breathed, voice fracturing, small and trembling with raw vulnerability.
Her fingers curled into his shirt, nails digging in as she tried to press closer—her breasts flattening against his chest, her nipples scraping stiff and aching through the dress with every breath she took.
"It hurts... in the best way. I am so wet for you... and so empty... I can still feel your tongue on ... your teeth..."
He groaned low in his throat—his cock jerking hard against her lower stomach through his pants, thick and insistent.
His hand on her ass squeezed again—deeper this ti—lifting her slightly so her soaked core dragged along the rigid length of him. The friction was imdiate and devastating with her swollen clit now rubbing against the hard ridge through layers of fabric, her slick soaking through her panties and into his pants, leaving a hot, glossy trail that made them both shudder.
She whimpered—high and broken—hips rocking forward in tiny, helpless circles, chasing the pressure. Her pussy fluttered again—walls spasming around nothing, clit pulsing wildly against him, fresh arousal leaking out in slow, steady drips that coated her inner thighs and his groin.
His hand slid from her ass to cup one breast through the dress—his palm cradling the soft, heavy globe, his thumb brushing slow circles over her nipple.
Even through fabric the touch was electric without using the Fall Touch—her nipple tightening further, throbbing under his gentle pressure, sending fresh jolts straight to her clit. She arched into his hand with a soft, pleading moan, her other breast pressing insistently against his chest, nipple scraping against his shirt with every ragged breath.
"I can feel how much you need ," he murmured against her ear, voice dark velvet. "Your nipples are so hard... your pussy is dripping all over ... your clit is throbbing against my cock like it’s begging to be touched by again. You’re shaking, Emily... still so close from my mouth on your tits..."
She nodded frantically without trying to deny what she was feeling—her breath hitching, her hips grinding down harder, her soaked panties dragging wetly along his shaft. Her clit jumped and pulsed with every slow roll—swollen, hypersensitive, leaking clear fluid that mixed with her arousal and soaked them both.
"I want you inside ," she whispered, voice wrecked and trembling, eyes glassy with both need and the quiet fear of wanting sothing so badly. "I want your cock stretching like how Maddie whispers to how you do her... filling fully... making co around you... please, Phei... I’m so empty it hurts..."
"Take my virginity, Phei."
Phei groaned—low, tortured—his cock jerking hard against her, the head leaking pre-cum that soaked through his pants and mingled with her wetness. He kissed her again—slow, deep, tongue stroking hers in gentle, claiming rhythms—while his hips rocked up to et hers, letting her feel every thick inch of him pressing against her dripping core.
But then he pulled back just enough to et her eyes—his gaze dark, intense, but steady.
"Not here," he said, voice rough with restraint. "Not like this. Not in the back of a car in a parking lot for your first ti."
Emily’s breath hitched—eyes glassy with need—but she nodded slowly, understanding flickering through the haze. A tiny, vulnerable whimper escaped her as the ache between her legs pulsed harder, her pussy clenching emptily at the denial.
"I know," she whispered, voice small and trembling, cheeks flushed with embarrassnt and longing. "I just... I need you so much. I can’t think straight."
He cupped her face with both hands—thumbs brushing her cheekbones with heartbreaking gentleness—and kissed her forehead, then her lips again—soft, lingering, full of quiet promise.
"We’ll have ti," he promised, voice low and certain. "Sowhere safe. Sowhere I can take my ti with you... make it perfect. Make you co so many tis you forget your own na before I even slide inside you."
Her pussy clenched hard at his words—another slow gush of slick soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs. She whimpered softly, hips rocking once more against him in helpless little circles, her body still trembling with unspent need.
"But until then..." he murmured, sliding one hand down her side, "let take care of you a little. Let feel how wet you are for ."
Emily nodded frantically—her breath coming in short, needy gasps. She shifted in his lap—straddled on his cock very fully now, knees bracketing his hips, the floral dress riding up her thighs until only her soaked panties separated her dripping cunt from his throbbing cock through his pants.
Her hands trembled as they slid to the zipper of his pants—fingers fumbling with the button, then tugging the zipper down slowly. She reached inside—her small palm wrapping around his thick, leaking dragon through the thin fabric of his boxers, feeling him pulse hot and heavy against her fingers.
He groaned low in his throat—his head falling back against the seat—as she freed his cock just enough to nestle the rigid length against her panties.
She rocked forward—her soaked cotton sliding along his bare shaft, her swollen clit dragging wetly over the veined underside, her outer lips parting around him through the thin barrier. The friction was devastating—her clit throbbing wildly against his heat, her pussy clenching desperately, fresh slick soaking through her panties and coating his cock in glossy, warm trails.
"Phei..." she moaned—voice high and broken, trembling with vulnerability and overwhelming want—her hips rolling in slow, needy circles, grinding her dripping cunt along his length. Her clit pulsed against him—swollen, aching, leaking more arousal with every drag. Her breasts heaved against his chest—nipples scraping through the dress, still wet and throbbing from his mouth.
He groaned—his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the dress higher until his palms cupped her ass cheeks through her panties, squeezing the plush flesh and lifting her slightly so her clit pressed harder against his shaft.
"Feel that?" he rasped against her ear. "How hard you make ... how wet you are for ... your pussy is dripping all over my cock, Emily. Your clit is throbbing against like it’s begging."
She whimpered—her hips grinding faster now, her soaked panties sliding slickly along his length, her clit jumping and pulsing with every roll. Her pussy clenched hard—empty, aching—pushing out another thick gush of slick that soaked his boxers and ran down his balls.
"I want you so much," she whispered—voice trembling, eyes glassy with both desperate hunger and the soft fear of how deeply she already needed him. "But... you’re right. Not here. Not like this."
He kissed her again—slow, deep—his tongue stroking hers while his hands kneaded her ass, holding her against him so she could keep grinding, keep chasing the pressure without going over the edge.
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