Slow down for now

"We don't want a mess," you tell her, your tone still teasing, "you'll just have to finish what you started once we get to your place."
Carrie draws her hand out from the front of your pants and you zip back up. Still, you're turned on, and the vibrations traveling up through your bus seat are as strong as ever. You lean back, enjoying the feeling as it rumbles through you. Carrie squeezes your hand. Clearly, the vibration of the seats is still affecting her just as much as it is you. Her breathing is slow and measured as she shifts in her seat. The urge to drive her over the edge right now and make her shoot cum all over herself, the floor, and the backs of the seats in front of you, is strong. But you resist. Instead, you just hold her hand, gently stroking it with your thumb as she squirms in her seat.
"Are you okay?" you ask.
"I'm fine," she gasps quickly, "we'll be there soon. I can hold it." Her tone tells you she's trying to assure herself that she can hold back more than she's trying to convince you. Looking at her, you can't help but think that she might not make it. You can tell she's thinking the same thing.

You suspect that she's so horny by now that any attention you could give her would only bring her closer to the edge, even if you just tried to chat about the weather or something. You try to just ignore her desperation and stare out the window. It's almost as hard for you to stay collected as it is for her. You're still holding hands, and you can feel her shifting beside you. You want to look and see the blushing face that accompanies those nervous, restless movements. Your t-dick throbs, begging you to slip your hand back down your pants and finish yourself off. All you want is for the bus to reach your stop so that the two of you can finally retreat into the privacy of Carrie's apartment before she makes a mess of herself.