So, the fantasy wanted me too.So, the fantasy wanted me too. Slowly, I began to rub the growing heat of my pussy against his straining erection, and the titillation my clit received, even muted through several layers of clothing, sent spears of pleasure through me. As for Paul...his eyes rolled back into his head and his groan echoed dully in the confines of the cold chamber. He swallowed convulsively and fixed me with a stern gaze. "Holly...don't tease me." With a triumphant smile, I slid a hand between our heated bodies and cupped his clothed cock. I squeezed, he jumped, and I replied succinctly, "I'm not teasing." My answer seemed to flip a switch somewhere inside Paul's body. With voracious intent, he pressed his lips to mine once more, and his hands began roaming my body with new purpose. I strained against him, every part of my body bent on encouraging his efforts. One hand continued to knead the rigid bulge of his cock, while the other slipped under the elastic of his thick fleece sweatshirt and contacted warm skin. He shivered in a delicious wave, even as I felt both his hands slide up my back underneath my flannel parka. His hands were chill, yet set my skin on fire, and the goosebumps which erected themselves all over my body only served to sensitize me even further to the powerful eroticism of the man and his electrifying touch. |