Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

Moaning and thrashing my head against the pillow while he growled and
pounded his hips against mine, seeking his release as much as needing mine.
My hand left his on my breast and instead took hold of the one he gripped my
waist with. Slowly, I brought it where I needed it most.
When he felt my heat through my pajama shorts, the rhythm his hips had
taken got messed up, he visibly wasn’t expecting me to do that.
“Sofia… We said through our clothes only.”
“Yes. Yes. Through our clothes.” I whimpered as he cupped my pussy
with his big, veiny hand.
Technically my shorts separated it from my pussy, but the fabric was thin
and it was slightly oversized so the shorts gaped around the crotch area.
When I closed my eyes I could pretend we were skin to skin.
“I just need to… I just want to rub against it. It’s so hard.” Eyes drooping
from need, I threw my head back.
It felt so good, having his hips working against my ass, the sensation of
his erection against me, sending me grinding against his hand. When his
thumb moved and pressed right on my clit through my shorts, I nearly lost it,
my nails digging into his hand.
“Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth digging into my lower lip to keep me from
making more noise.
I knew it wasn’t attractive, but the sensations he was eliciting in me made
it impossible to be silent.
“Fuck, baby. I can feel you drenched through your shorts.” I nodded
absentmindedly, ready to apologize but he had just called me baby and that
made me so out of breath.
I’d never gotten that before— sweet words during sex, or even out of it.
Pet names were a myth to me.