Something closer?

The air between us thickened, charged with the years of friendship now tipping into something deeper. Her breath hitched as I cupped her through the shorts, feeling the heat radiating from her cock, the way it twitched eagerly.

'Please,' she murmured, almost too quiet to hear, her submissive nature shining through in the plea. She craved this—more than just words of comfort, she needed to feel wanted, to surrender to someone who saw all of her.

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. 'I've got you,' I promised, my voice a low rumble. 'I'll protect your heart, Tommie. No one will hurt you like that again.'

As I spoke, I slipped my hand under the waistband of her shorts, fingers wrapping around her aching cock. It was thick and warm in my grip, the skin smooth and veined, already leaking a bead of precum that slicked my palm.

I stroked slowly, base to tip, watching her face contort with a mix of relief and building pleasure. Her hips bucked faintly, chasing the sensation, and I tightened my hold just enough to remind her who was in control.

She moaned softly, her head falling back against the couch, exposing the line of her throat. I kissed it, tasting the salt of her skin, while my other hand roamed up her top, cupping one of her full breasts.

Her nipple hardened under my thumb, and she whimpered, her body trembling harder now. 'I... I don't deserve this,' she gasped, but her cock throbbed in my hand, betraying how much she wanted it—wanted me to take her, to fill the void her ex had left.