He sure means to

Matt ran his hands from Tanya's shoulders to her firm belly, circling her breasts without going for the grab.

She shivered under his touch.

"Usually guys just go for it."

"I'm not a 'usually' guy." Not that he didn't intend to get there soon enough. But whatever Tanya said, eh intended to enjoy every moment of getting there.

He repeated his stroke, starting with her feet this time, and slowing bringing his hands up her calves, her knees, her inner thighs, then brushing against her shaven lips to reach her abdomen from the opposite direction as his first touch.

"Are you trying to **** me?"

"Is it working?"

"Not as much as when I start torturing you."

She might be kidding about that but he knew there was truth to what she said. When he finally entered her, he'd have to fight the agony of his need to cum. Better to bring her closer to her own orgasm before he stuck his dick inside of her and risked losing control.

He shifted his touch to her breasts.

He was getting more familiar with breasts these days... between Cindi's little ones and Ms. Chadra's monsters, he'd familiarized himself with a variety. Tanya's were special. She had only the faintest hint of a bikini line on her tanned skin... evidence she'd spent a lot of time topless. Matt imagined her father had insisted on that... and he could hardly blame the man. Nobody would want to put a shower curtain over the Mona Lisa and nobody should cover natural beauty like Tanya's body.

Remembering his sister's instructions, he caressed Tanya's breasts, starting slowly and gradually moving toward the nipple... until Tanya sighed and relaxed under his touch. Apparently he'd finally convinced her that he was going to do this at his own pace and that any notion she might have that he would stick it in and get it over with was dispelled.

After a few minutes of that, he slid his hands back down across her flat abdomen to her thighs and pussy.

She moaned as he stroked her inner thighs, bucking her hips in an attempt to bring her pussy into contact with them but Matt wasn't, yet, in that much of a hurry.

If Tanya's tits were great, her legs were perfect. Long, tanned, with enough muscle to give them definition, she could easily have a career modeling panty-hose or swimsuits.

Finally, though, he'd tortured her... and himself... long enough. He brought his fingers to her lower lips, parting them, slipping his forefinger inside of her.

Natasha zoomed in with her camera. This was something the audience had clearly been waiting for because, in the background, he heard the clashing sound of tips rolling in.

Well, that was why he'd started this business but for the moment he was a lot more interested in watching Tanya's face as he explored her pussy with his hands.

Her face was always beautiful. Like Princess Buttercup in The Princess Bride, she'd been born beautiful and every pain she'd ever undergone had only made her more beautiful. Even the mask she wore did nothing to hide that. Now, though, there was something magical about her face. As Matt fingered her, Tanya's expression transformed from peaceful to serene to ecstatic until, abruptly, she erupted in orgasm.

"Fuck you, Archie," she shouted. "You're not in charge of my body."

She really was mad, he judged. Which made sense if he considered that virtually all of her sexual experience had been with her father... the man who had repeatedly **** and abused her. Of course she'd see losing control as weak, as giving up. Except Matt wasn't her father, didn't intend to **** her. And he wanted her to see the difference.

The only question was, could she? Or rather, could he be the one to persuade her?