Relaxing

It's a comfortable afternoon. I'm just sitting on the couch, with my girlfriend on my lap, letting the TV play whatever is popular at the moment. But that's not what I'm paying attention to right now. Right now, I'm just focusing on the feeling of her throbbing cock in my hand. I run my hand over her tip, collecting all her precum, and then go back to stroking her cock with my newly slicked up hand. I place a series of kisses down her neck and a long her shoulder, listening to her gasps and moans, and adjusting the pace of my hand to keep her at the peak for as long as I want.

While I'm stroking her with one hand, I slide my other hand underneath her shirt. I slowly move my hand up, up until I reach her bare breasts. I start squeezing and groping at her boobs, flicking her hardened nipples with my fingers. For my efforts, I am rewarded with a series of moans. She thrusts her hips up into my hand, as if silently pleading for that extra bit of pleasure to send her over the edge. I want to give her that pleasure so much, to make her release all over my hand so I can taste her essence, but I also love having her like this, keeping her so needy and pleasure drunk within my grasp. It certainly is a hard decision.