We’re watching a movie together with her friends. It started out innocently enough. Settled in my lap on a love seat, her back pressed to my chest and my chin resting on her shoulder. My arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. I let them loosen a little as the movie continues on. When my hand slips unintentionally further down until my wrists are resting in the top her thighs, she spreads her legs under the blanket. Enticing me, inviting me to touch her. At first it’s just a couple of brushes of my finger tips over her through her clothes. The little hitches in breath are masked entirely by the sound from the screen. No one paying attention, even if they looked they would struggle to see the shape of my hand moving under the blanket in the low light.
My fingers slip into her panties and I need to bite her shoulder so I don’t make a sound when my fingers are coated instantly in her wetness.
“You’re perfect.” I whisper into her ear, my fingers circling her clit so gently she bucks her hips forward. I play with her just like that, gently then firmer then gentle again. Each time I think she’s going to make a noise I stop. Edging her over and over until she’s shaking and trembling against my thighs, struggling to keep her breathing even, teeth indents in her lip from how hard she biting it. I can feel her soaking through her clothes and mine.
“Don’t make a sound.” I nip at her earlobe.
When I finally stop pulling my fingers away I feel her jerk, hear the gasp and my free hand is over her mouth in an instant, muffling the sound, pushing my fingers into her mouth to give her something to suck on to keep quiet as she comes.
“Good girl,” whispered, followed by a soft kiss against her ear.
