tell me to stop, to tell me to pull off her and stop touching her like this. Maybe it was too much; maybe I was going too fast.
But she didn’t. Bree did not open her mouth and tell me to stop; the only thing she did was breathe like she couldn’t fill her lungs enough. Her smooth skin was on fire under me, and I took to watching her reactions as I started to play with the breasts in my hands.
Ran my palms over her nipples, made her sigh out a soft, sweet sound. Tweaked those nipples into hard points with my fingers, pinching and tugging, causing her to let out a moan that I felt vibrate in my core.
God, I wanted her. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her into my room, set her on my bed and take off every piece of clothing that hindered her body, and then do the same to me, stopping only when we were both naked and in each other’s arms, lost in one another.
Though I wanted to do more, though I wanted to tear her clothes off and see her beautiful body naked, I knew I had to hold back. I did not want to reach the point where Bree had to stop me. With how she was, I didn’t know whether she’d have the heart to stop me, or if she’d let me do whatever and then hate herself afterward.
I didn’t want that.
So I didn’t let my hands go any lower than her stomach, didn’t move to take off her shirt or unhook her bra. I gave love to what I could with my mouth as I ignored the throbbing in my pants. Hopefully, in time, I would know what she felt like.
It was just my luck, though, that my phone rang.
I was content to ignore it, but Bree whispered, completely out of breath, “It might be the food.”
The…the what? The who? The…oh, yeah. Damn it. I totally forgot about the food and how I’d ordered it before all this. Bree really could do things to me, huh?
It was officially the last thing I wanted to do, but I had to: pull myself off her, take my hands out from under her shirt, and reach for my phone, answering it and hoping I didn’t sound too out of breath. “Hello?”
“Is this Mason?”
“Yeah,” I stumbled as I got off the couch, giving Bree my back. I glanced down, spotting the obvious hard-on raging beneath my jeans. Yeah, definitely would have to readjust myself before heading down there to accept the food and pay for it. “You here with the food? I’ll be right down.” No one who didn’t live in the building was allowed up the elevators, unless they were with a resident. That didn’t stop people from coming up anyways, but still.
After hanging up, I threw a look to Bree, watching as she slowly sat up and fixed her hair. Her cheeks were still red, her breathing still hard. Her shirt was bunched up, a testament to what I’d been doing before.
If only we could continue…
“I’ll be right back,” I said, giving her a smile before heading out. I stuck my head both ways down the hall and found no one else on this side of the floor was out. Good. The moment I stepped out, I adjusted myself, reaching into my pants and pulling my dick up, using the waistline of my jeans to keep it up and hide it, somewhat.
I mean, it was still sort of obvious, but it wasn’t as obvious as seeing a full-fledged bulge out of nowhere.
Luckily the delivery guy didn’t seem too interested in my crotch. He just wanted to swipe my debit card, get my signature, and leave after handing me the bag of food.
I took it upstairs, and got Bree something to drink from the fridge before putting in the movie. Sitting there and trying to eat while still having a hard-on was one the hardest things I’d ever had to do…pun unintended. The only thing I wanted to do right now was get back to what we were doing before, and get myself some relief.
Bree and I sat on the couch, eating and watching The Lion King. It wasn’t quite a normal date, but I knew Bree was anything but normal. Maybe that’s why I’d fallen for her so fast. I just…I wanted to make her life better, see that elusive smile more often. I wanted to make