No, he is going to be made to wait

Before he reaches that point of no return, you remove your hands from your own breasts, letting them fall free from his cock, although he still continues to hump his hips up and down for a moment, his cock simply rubbing gently across the gap between them.

Finally he collapses back down onto the sofa, looking at you as you slowly move back from him and stand back up. The look on his face of frustration at having your breasts taken away from is cock is soon replaced by another wide smile as you hook your fingers inside the waist of your skirt and quickly wiggle yourself out of it, letting it fall free around your ankles.

You briefly slide your fingers into the thin waistband of your thong, but then change your mind, and instead run a finger over it and down between your thighs, pressing against your aroused and wet pussy. The feeling is fantastic and momentarily your eyes shut as you let out a long sigh.

With finger still touching yourself you turn away from him, letting him get his first view of your ass, cheeks bare and separated by the thin strip of your thong that runs between them. Leaning forward you know he can see your finger once more as you rub yourself through the soft lace.

As your own desire grows, you remove the finger and this time when you run your hands onto the waistband of the thong, you do begin to slowly push it away. The strip that has worked its way tightly between your cheeks frees itself as the thong turns inside out, until eventually it falls free completely. With one final push the whole thing drops down your legs onto your skirt.

Now completely naked you step out of the pile of clothes beneath you…