She cried out softly, shuddering underneath him. One hand stroked down his back, tracing the muscles there, and caressed his butt.
Pushing into her exploring hands, he continued to cup and massage her breasts, eyes locked on her body as he whimpered. “How…how do you want me to…?” He trailed off and continued to rut against her, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.
“I — I don’t — I’ve never,” she stumbled. She twitched again, warmth suffusing her body, and whimpered at his every motion. All she knew was that she wanted him, more of him.