Tell him the boxers have to stay on

You break away from the kiss quickly to say, "No." You can see the passion in his eyes and know that you need to give him more than that or he'll just be taking them off regardless. "Just keep rubbing it against me like that," you pant. "That felt good, right? And we don't have to worry about... you know..."

You feel his grip on the waistband loosen. "Alright, but if this doesn't make me cum, we're going to need to find something else to try."

His hands grab your hips firmly and he begins rubbing himself against you roughly. He starts out slow, grinding his cock for an almost agonizingly long stroke before pulling back and repeating the process. Your hands move to his ribcage and you try to pull on him with each stroke, hoping that it will urge him to pick up his torturous pace. Your hands slip down to his waist, pulling from there. He seems to get the hint as he beings to increase his speed.

He gets into a good rhythm with the sawing motion, and your hands move up to his shoulders to hold on as he continues to drive his cock over your thinly-covered mound. You begin to moan as you feel your pleasure starting to rise above what your hands were able to achieve only minutes before. You feel that your dampness has thoroughly soaked into the crotch of the boxers. It seems that your partner noticed it, too, based on his now ever-increasing pace.

Before you know it, he's pounding you harder and faster than you though possible, the hands you placed on his shoulders now **** to hold on for dear life as his thrusts are violently pressing you into the sink and the mirror behind it. You close your eyes and a deep moan escapes your lips as you begin to feel a tingling rise from within your stomach. It's a familiar feeling, but there's something entirely new about it. You've cum many times before, but what you feel is the early signs of what will be your first orgasm as a girl.