Licking his lips, he wipes them with the back of his hand. The tent in his pants is evidence of how turned on he is from what he just did. But the slight crease between his brows makes me wonder what he's thinking right now. Do I assume he liked it? I think he did.
I sit up and he leans into me, pressing our lips together. His kiss is gentler than I expected it to be. I taste myself on him. My arms hook around his neck, needing him closer, wanting more contact.
He squeezes my hip as he caresses his tongue with mine. I'm still so sensitive from coming hard not too long ago that his touch ignites another need. I reach down to his belt to unbuckle it. His hard-on must feel uncomfortable. But his hands close around my wrists to stop me. "No," he gently says.
"I don't understand."
"I'm not going to fuck you."
