Her body burned under the thin layers of silk that slipped and slid over her skin as I gripped her waist, barely holding on as her hips made impatient circles in my lap, grinding her pussy against my dick so perfectly that I couldn’t help moaning. There were no shouldn’ts or mustn’ts in the way she rubbed her pussy against me, damn near forcing me to play counterpoint. I shifted my hands from her waist to grip her hips, lifting mine so that the next roll of her hips met the split of her pussy lips and made her breath catch.

She cursed softly and bunched the shoulders of my shirt in her hands.

God… I wanted to strip her naked and give her what her body was asking for, but I needed her to take the initiative. It would be so easy for me to give her another little push. To flip her onto her back on this heirloom wicker furniture, strip off every layer of the expensive silk on her body, and fuck her. But in the morning, it would be too easy for her to dismiss what happened. Too easy for her to say she got caught up in the moment, and it couldn’t happen again.

I shook my head and laughed. “The way you’re moving, and all of these little sounds that you’re making…” I cupped her face in both my hands and nipped at her lips. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants if you keep it up.”

Her hips rotated in a tight little circle, and I swear I felt her pussy pulse and tighten, but it had to be impossible to feel that through all these layers of clothes, right?

She smiled against my mouth. “Same. I’m so wet and so close that if you touched me right now…”

My dick thumped hard, spilling a bit of precum near my hip at hearing those words. “Is that what you want, Darcy? Tell me you want me to—”

“Touch me. Touch my pussy,” she whispered, her face buried in my neck.

Sliding one hand down between our bodies and pushing her loose silk shorts aside, I trailed my fingers through the pulsing, wet space between her thighs. “Fuck, hermosa…you weren’t kidding. You’re drenched,” I mumbled, nibbling at her shoulder and the side of her neck. She was trembling now and pressing her pussy into my palm, wanting more. “You just want me to touch it?” I asked, trailing my fingertips up and down the delicate furls of her outer lips.

“No…”