... popped open as she began to move on him in circles while applying some pressure to his area with hers. His hands gripped the pillow tighter as his control stretched thin. He was having trouble breathing now as she continued to gyrate into him slowly, torturously.
His control snapped and vanished into thin air. Ash let go of the pillow and grabbed her hips, pushing her down harder into him as he thrust up a little, trying to get closer. Misty gasped in surprise at his sudden movement. Suddenly, Misty was on the bottom and Ash was hovering above her again, his hands on her wrists tightly, but not hurting, on either side of her head. He was positioned between her legs, his length grazing her heat through both his and her underwear. She could feel it perfectly and she got wetter and hotter at the thought.
"Don't start something you won't finish." Ash ground out somewhat harshly, his voice deeper than it normally was. He was still moving his length along her heat, mimicking the movements he so longed to do while moaning every now and then.
Misty looked up at him wide-eyed.
'He's holding back so much for me.' Misty thought incredulously.
"Why are you holding back?" Misty asked him, staring at the brown orbs that were his eyes.
"This- I don't want this to be casual. I d...