He doesn’t stop

Ari's breath came in short, needy pants as Tyler's skilled hands worked her sensitive breasts. Electric jolts of pleasure radiated from her stiffened nipples, making her squirm restlessly in his lap. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, her core clenching around nothing.

“Tyler, I... I need...” Ari panted, unable to articulate the desperate ache building inside her. Her hips rolled shamelessly, grinding her clothed sex against the rigid outline of his cock. The friction was maddening, stoking the flames of her desire higher.