Changing Tones!

It throbbed in my grip, hot and rigid, the veins pulsing under my fingers as I ran them from base to tip, smearing the slick precum along the length. 'You're so responsive,' I murmured, my thumb circling the slit, drawing another soft moan from her. Her hips shifted, seeking more friction, and I felt her submission yielding to me, her body opening like a secret she'd kept too long.

I tightened my hold on her shaft, not harshly, but with a gentle dominance that asserted my control. My strokes grew firmer, twisting just enough to make her gasp, her eyes locking onto mine as I watched every reaction—the way her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her breasts rising and falling with quick breaths.

'Let me take care of you,' I said, leaning in to kiss her neck, nipping lightly at the skin. She whimpered, her hands clutching at my chest now, nails scraping as pleasure built. The scent of her arousal hung heavy, mixing with the faint vanilla of her shampoo, and I could feel my heart pounding, my unrequited love spilling into every touch.

This was more than comfort; it was me claiming the space her ex had vacated, showing her she was desired, whole.

But then, suddenly, Tommie broke eye contact, her gaze dropping to her lap where my hand still worked her cock. Her body tensed under me, the tremors shifting from desire to something else—uncertainty, fear.

'I... I'm sorry,' she whispered, her voice shaking as she pulled her hands away from my chest, folding them in her lap. The words hit me like a cold splash, halting my strokes mid-motion. Her cock twitched in my palm, still hard and leaking, but she shrank back, tears welling in her eyes again.