Page 57 of Bad Habit
I gritted my teeth, swallowing my guttural reaction.
“It’s very sensitive,” she said, looking up at me.
I nodded.
“Everywhere?”
“Some places are more sensitive than others.”
She rubbed the dent at the base of my head.
My hips bucked. “Like there.”
Her fingers trailed down my shaft, tracing each vein and rib, then they circled with a mercilessly light touch, like feathers dancing everywhere to maximize my torment.
One hand still stroking my cock, her other teased my balls with a tentative touch. “Is this, down here, sensitive too?” she asked, stroking my balls.
“Yup,” I replied, my voice strained.
“Do you ever…” She bit her lower lip. “Touchyourselfdown there?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Her head snapped back.
“Sorry for the language.”
“It’s okay.” Her fingers trailed up and down my cock, then circled the head, making me groan. I prided myself on being a guy who could make sex last, but the effect of her hands, the fact that they wereherhands—I was going to come again—soon.
“Show me?” Her voice was breathless, and her gaze turned to meet mine, full of curiosity and hunger.
“I’ll show you,” I growled. “If you show me, too.”
Her head tipped to the side. “Show you what?”
“How you touch yourself.”
“I…” She backed away a few inches. “I’ve never.”
“Really?”
Kneeling beside me, she shook her head, and her open-eyed expression made me believe her. She wasn’t just saying what she thought a good girl should say.
“Spread your legs,” I told her. “Now take your finger and slide it down. Find that place in the front that I rubbed. Your clit.”
She sucked a long breath through her nose, her chest rising and her belly heaving like she was gathering courage. Then, after that slight pause, she did as I asked, running her finger down over her belly, through her blonde bush and between her legs.
Her finger stroked tentatively. “It doesn’t… I’m not sure…”
“Let me help.” I turned onto my side, then, putting my hand over hers, I guided her index finger, helping her push aside her slippery folds to expose her clit.
“Oh!” She sucked in a sharp breath.
I held my hand there for a few more seconds. “Now rub it, however you like, whatever feels good.”
She moved her finger slowly, and the flush increased on her cheeks. Her body flexed, her kneeling position became less rigid, and then her eyes fluttered shut as she obviously started to enjoy the self-inflicted sensations.
Taking my cock in my hand, I tugged, using the come from the top to add lubrication. I longed to dip between her legs to gather some her moisture, but I didn't dare distract her. Her hand was moving more urgently now, and her skin flushed pink.
