She let's him finger her

Not knowing if it was the ****, the sexual frustration, Nathan's suave demeanour of a mixture of all three, Brianna feels suddenly compelled to listen to the more experienced boy and go along with his whims. Nathan definitely acted like someone who knew what he was speaking about, could it be true? Did she really just need something or, someone new to be able to climax?

As Nathan's hand slid further down her leg, his fingers pushing to grip her inner thigh, Brianna felt the strength leaving her under such a commanding touch. Her body lead a coup, overthrowing the reasonable half of her brain as the redhead feels her toned legs slowly opening until just her hands remained to cover her womanhood.

The amused chuckle from the older guy made her body temperature spike, "I'm not going to be able to help if your hands are in the way either."

Brianna gulped softly, looking up into his confident, commanding eyes and gingerly withdrew her hands, baring herself to him. The shame returned, her green eyes looking off to one side as she braces for some kind of crass comment or lewd statement. Nathan can see all of it, her slighty puffy folds, her drenched inner lips, her stiff clit under its hood, the redness and soreness she's gained after so much frantic masturbation. Even the small patch of trimmed red hair just above her sex.

Nathan smirks down at her, the sight of him sending another confusing sensation up her spine that she can't distinguish between fear and arousal. "Good girl."

Good... girl? Her mind repeats, her body reacting to the praise by tightening that knot in her stomach some more, making her abs crunch as a small trickle of wetness leaks out onto the bed.

The older boy's hands spend some time teasing her, caressing the insides of her pale thighs, his thumbs digging in and squeezing her supple flesh as she feels her body basking in the attention. Nathan was being slower than she expected, given all she'd heard about him, Brianna had anticipated roughness, pushiness, but he was being gentle and slow with her, easing her into it and not progressing to the next stage until he intuited she was becoming more comfortable. It was kind of impressive.

After a few minutes of his tender massage, she let out a soft coo and felt her body relaxing, her muscles which had remained tensed and flexed ever since he entered, began to soften until she was laying there contently, feeling him groping and squeezing the pale white flesh of her thighs.

That was when Nathan made his move, one hand shifting towards her sex, two fingers poised and in position as he presses the pads of his fingers firmly to her clit. The instant he touched her there were sparks, jolts of electricity that made her body softly convulse as a squeak of pleasure leaps from her throat. Nathan begins to rub her, both fingers moving in a practised circle on her button, the pleasure triple what she could get with her own digits.

"Mmmm~" she cooed, keeping her mouth tightly shut to muffle the sound, her hips wanting to roll and grind up against him to squeeze out every drop of stimulus he's giving her.

"Do you like that?" he asks her with a sultry tone, speeding up his motions to milk her for yet more restrained moans,

Brianna nods softly, feeling the knot in her core tightening harder. Though at her relative silence, she hears Nathan tutting her,

"A nod isn't an answer. Use your words" he commands, the pleasure diminishing as he slows to a near stop until he gets what he wants from her.

With a pathetic mewl, she tries to buck her hips, but it does no good as Nathan pulls his fingers away to deny her the pleasure until she weakly mutters, "I like it..."

Once she gives in, she hears another low chuckle from his throat and feels his fingers pressing into her again, Brianna almost failing to properly stifle her whines of pleasure as he speeds up, her pussy drenching the sheets underneath her. Nathan accomplishes in a few minutes what she couldn't do with almost an hour, her body writhing and jolting while she chases the bliss her body denied her for too long.

Though, just as she feels herself approaching the peak, Nathan slows down again, making Brianna whine and grumble in annoyance.

"Wh-Why did you stop?" she whimpers,

"Ask me to make you cum." he taunts, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her already overstimulated clit, "And tell me you'll return the favour. You're not the only one pent up." Nathan grins.

Brianna wants so badly to cum, she needs release so desperately she almost leaps at his proposal. Her brain is a cocktail of urges, **** and blurry submission, but while he slows down that little, nagging voice of reason chimes in, telling her to say no.