“Your balls are safe.” She laughed. “I meant what I said though. We need to take this slow. Friends... with kissing benefits.”
“Don’t forget the clothed groping.”
“That too.” Mya leaned up, kissing me slow and deep, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. My dick hardened, nudging up against her.
“Shit, that feels good,” I rasped, pretty certain that if I created enough friction, I could get us both off. I broke the kiss, grinding my hips, watching her eyes flutter closed. “What about this? Is this okay?”
“Hmm-mm,” she murmured, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, stopping herself from saying whatever was on her mind.
“And this?” I dipped a hand between us, rubbing her through her damp panties.
“Asher, don’t...”
“Don’t what, Mya?”
“Don’t stop,” she panted the words, letting her head fall back as my fingers continued moving over her.
“Let me touch you. I need to touch you.” I was so fucking hard for her. I wanted to feel how wet she was, slide my fingers into her and make her come.
“N- no.” Her voice quivered, her body trembled. “Not yet.”
What the hell did that mean?
Not yet as in right now?
Or not yet as in a week... a month... never?
I withdrew my hand, stroking the side of her neck as I kissed her senseless. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and sweet desperation. But I couldn’t get enough of her.
Mya hitched her legs around my waist, letting me press deeper into her. If it wasn’t for the thin material of my boxers and her panties, I’d be buried deep inside her. But as it was, I could almost imagine it.
“One day,” I repeated the words over and over. Against her mouth, her damp skin, as I rocked harder and faster, driving us both toward the edge.
“It feels...” Mya took a shuddering breath.
; “I know.” It shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did. And we still had a layer of clothes between us.
“Oh God,” she cried, “More, I need more.” Mya grabbed my hand and pushed it between us. I took the hint, rubbing her again but she whispered, “Touch me, Asher.”
I jerked back, staring down at her with surprise. “Yeah?”
She nodded, capturing my lips again, kissing me like she was drowning and I was the last source of air.
Tentatively, I dipped one finger inside her panties. Mya let out a soft moan, her nails digging into my shoulder. I added another finger, letting them slide between her wetness and push inside her.
“Is this okay?”
Suppressing another moan, Mya nodded. My thumb found her clit, rubbing slow torturous circles. “God, that’s…” The words stuck in her throat as her body began to shudder. “Asher…”
“I’ve got you, Mya.” I pressed my fingers deeper, kissing her neck, sucking the soft skin between my teeth. My other hand slid up her stomach, underneath the jersey this time. I found the shell of her bra and yanked it down, teasing her nipple with my fingers.
“Ah, God,” she cried. “I’m going to…” Mya buried her face into my shoulder as she shattered around my fingers. Slowing my pace, I drew out her orgasm, holding her while she rode the waves of pleasure.
“You okay?” I asked, slowly detangling her from my chest.
“I’m good.” She smiled up at me, but I saw the hesitation there. Mya was already second guessing what had just gone down between us. But I didn’t want her to regret it. I didn’t want her to regret a single second with me.