Yes

As the sensation became too intense, you gripped her hair tighter, pulling back gently until only the tip of your cock remained between her lips. "Wait," you gasped, trying desperately to regain control over yourself.

Kirsten looked up at you, surprise etched on her face but also concern for having done something wrong. You shook your head quickly, reassuringly. "No, no, that was amazing... I just don't want to come yet."

She relaxed visibly, smiling up at you as she licked her lips seductively. "Oh, okay..." She started leaning down again, eager to continue pleasing you.

But you stopped her once more, using both hands now to cup her cheeks softly. "I have an idea though," you said, looking into her eyes intently. "Why don't we move this somewhere more comfortable?"

"You remember how good it felt when we were together?" you asked softly, running your thumb along Kirsten's cheekbone. Her gaze flickered between yours and your mouth, making it clear she did indeed recall those moments vividly.

"Of course," she whispered, licking her lips unconsciously. "It was... incredible."

Your voice grew huskier as desire coursed through you once more. "And it can be like that again, Kirsten. Just the two of us." You leaned down, brushing your lips against hers gently before pulling back slightly. "Don't you want to feel me inside you again? Filling you up completely?"

She shivered in response, her breath coming faster now. But then she shook her head slowly, regret evident in her eyes. "I... I can't, John. Not while I'm with Bruce."

Frustration gnawed at you, but you pushed past it, focusing on Kirsten instead. You cupped her face tenderly, looking into her eyes. "Let's make each other feel good," you said softly, your voice laced with desire. She seemed to consider your words carefully before nodding tentatively.

You smiled gently at her before taking her hand and leading her towards the bed. Once there, you sat down and patted the mattress beside you. "Come here."

She obeyed hesitantly, sitting close enough for you to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Your other hand found its way to her thigh, slowly moving upward until it reached the hem of her skirt.

Your fingers slipped beneath the fabric, pushing aside her panties to reveal her warm, wet center. She gasped softly when they made contact, arching into your touch ever so slightly. Encouraged by her reaction, you began exploring her folds gently, spreading moisture around before finding her clit.

Her breathing grew ragged as you worked her over, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild.

Kirsten's moans grew louder and more **** as you continued working her over skillfully. Her hips moved in rhythm with your hand, seeking release eagerly. You felt her inner muscles clench around nothing, yearning for something more substantial inside her.

"Oh god," she panted, "I'm... I'm so close..." Her nails dug into your arm harder as she neared the edge.

Feeling her climax approaching, you increased the speed and pressure slightly, pushing her towards oblivion. With one final cry, Kirsten came undone beneath your touch, her entire body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.