The arrival of her long-awaited climax is imminent.
Jolts of pleasure thicken my cock when her thigh muscles tighten for half a second before she rocks her hips forward again. I stiffen all over, my thoughts wickedly corrupt when it dawns on me what is happening.
I interrupted Emerson’s self-pleasing expedition before she could climax. This is her body’s way of evening the score, and I’m stoked as fuck that it’s deemed me worthy enough to assist with its cause this time around.
Before the rational side of my head can take hold, I flex my thigh muscle, giving her clit something firmer to grind against.
A noise escapes me during Emerson’s next thrust. I can feel the wetness of her pussy through the thinness of my sleeping pants and her panties, and the stiff peaks of her nipples scratch my ribs as her excitement notches up.
Her chest rises, drawing in a needy breath, when the firmness of my thigh doubles the tremors wracking through her. Every rock and grind shift the unease on her face to pleasure, and her moans make me an inferno of need.
Pre-cum leaks from the crown of my cock as I drink in the lusty expression softening her adorable features. Emerson has always been a sexpot, but now, dry humping my leg, she is more cute than fierce.
I love how she can flip a coin on its head and still be undoubtedly attractive.
I’ve never met a woman with so many layers of sexiness.
“Shh,” I murmur when Emerson’s next grind spurs enough excitement to interrupt the breathing pattern that announces she’s asleep.
She is seconds from waking, but I can’t allow that to happen yet. I need her to get off first, to return the confidence I stole when I made out I wasn’t interested when she laid herself bare before me.
“Keep going,” I encourage, my voice a husky whisper of lust and need. “Don’t stop. You’re so close to climax that I can taste it. You just need a little more.”
My fingers dig into the meaty flesh on her hip as I wedge my leg deeper between her thighs. Then I encourage the natural roll of her hips.
Lust crackles in the air as she rides my thigh for several long minutes, the friction unbelievably satisfying.
Who knew dry humping like a teen without protection could be more enticing than a foursome with three eager female participants?
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath, breathing hard when Emerson adjusts her position.
When her knee squashes against my thickened crotch, I can’t help but match her grinds rock for rock.
A mouthwatering moan rolls up my chest when we find a perfect rhythm. Our pace is somewhere between manic fucking and soulful lovemaking, and the tension is insane.
Within minutes, a familiar sensation draws my balls in close to my body, my release close. I’m going to come in my pants like a virgin at a whore house, but nothing could stop this.
Our sexual chemistry has always been explosive, but this, having the ability to make Emerson come with her clothes on, is exhilarating.
It ensures I will wear the title of Pants Jizzer with honor.
Pleasure bubbles inside me, gathering momentum like a wildfire. The vein in my shaft throbs as spurts of pre-ejaculation lubricate my grinds.
“Keep going, Emmy. You’ve got me so fucking horny that I’m going to nut in my pants. But I need you to come first.” With honesty comes clarity. “I should never have placed my needs before yours. It won’t happen again.”
Her rocks double as she grinds against me unashamedly.
Her smell, her heated breaths, and those fucking moans I’ve masturbated to for a minimum of once a day for a decade are enough to set me off.
I could come right now.
I don’t purely because Emerson’s pleasure must come before mine.
Earlier, I acted selfishly. I refuse to display the ugliness of our separation for the second time in under twenty-four hours.
“Jesus, Emmy.” I barely recognize my voice. It is husky and brimming with need. “You’re going to make me come so hard…in my fucking pants… but I don’t care… you feel so good.” Desperate, lusty breaths separate each statement.
Electricity shoots through me, adding to the tingling sensation keeping my balls close to my body.
