“if you want to cum, you’re going to do it right on my thigh.” patting my leg, watching you hesitate for just a moment. “that’s the only way i’ll let you cum, baby” you climbing onto my thigh slowly, both of us still fully clothed. settling yourself on top of me, looking at me shyly. “go ahead, sweetheart. start moving when you’re ready.” you beginning to grind slowly, testing how it feels. hands immediately sliding up your sides, feeling your body move. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that.” encouraging you gently. you grinding a bit harder, getting into it now. sliding my hands under your shirt, fingers running across your bare skin. moving up slowly until my thumbs brush over your nipples. you gasping, hips stuttering for a second. “don’t stop, baby. keep moving for me.” you finding your rhythm again, grinding. continuing to play with your nipples while you grind, circling them, teasing them. “you look so beautiful like this.” watching your face as you get more into it. you moaning softly at the praise, movements becoming more confident. leaning in to kiss your neck, finding that spot you love. sucking gently, then harder. you moaning louder, grinding more desperately against my thigh. hands moving down from your breasts to grip your hips, guiding your rhythm. helping you rock back and forth. “perfect, angel. just like that.” feeling you press down harder with each movement. “can you feel how good that is? even through your jeans?” you nodding, breathless, face flushed. continuing to guide your hips while kissing along your neck, your jaw. you getting more desperate now, grinding faster. sliding one hand from your hip down between us, finding where you’re grinding against my thigh. pressing my palm against you through your jeans, adding pressure. rubbing your clit through the fabric. just a little, just enough to make you gasp and grind harder. “that’s it, baby. use my thigh. make yourself feel good.” you moving frantically now, needing more of that feeling. my other hand still on your hip, guiding you, while the other rubs you through your clothes. “look at you, sweetheart. so desperate, so needy. grinding on my thigh like you need it.” you whimpering, movements getting more erratic, less controlled. leaning back in to kiss and bite your neck, leaving marks. “you’re doing so good, baby. such a good girl for me.” feeling the heat building between us even through all the layers of clothing. you grinding desperately now, breath coming in gasps. “keep going, sweetheart. you’re almost there. i can feel how close you are.” continuing to rub you through your jeans while you grind, adding just enough pressure to push you closer. “that’s my good girl. keep going. don’t stop now.” you falling apart on my thigh, grinding hard and fast, lost in it. finally tipping over the edge, orgasming while grinding frantically against my thigh and my hand. “there you go, baby. that’s it. so so perfect.” working you through it, keeping pressure on your clit while you ride it out. you finally slowing down, collapsing against me, breathing hard. wrapping my arms around you, holding you close. “you did so well, sweetheart. so good for me.”
