[His erection is a relief—proof that what she was doing was at least vaguely interesting—and yet nowhere near enough. Simply grinding against him, feeling his heat and the growing hardness in his pants, was more of a tease than truly satisfying, amping up her arousal without bringing her to any kind of peak. Her bare skin felt oversensitive, her nerves like live wires sparking wildly at the lightest touch.
She had learned, in bits and pieces, about chastity belts and the fine art of orgasm denial. Only now does Lys begin to grasp the merits of that kind of play.]
I-I...
[An idea occurs and still, she hesitates. They'd only just met. Maybe he'd think she was gross if she went through with it. People were watching them.
Watching her.
Face tightening, lips pressed flat in a trembling line, Lys fumbles clumsily with the knots keeping the towel secured around her waist, sweat beading thickly at her temples and throat as she struggles to concentrate.]
no subject
She had learned, in bits and pieces, about chastity belts and the fine art of orgasm denial. Only now does Lys begin to grasp the merits of that kind of play.]
I-I...
[An idea occurs and still, she hesitates. They'd only just met. Maybe he'd think she was gross if she went through with it. People were watching them.
Watching her.
Face tightening, lips pressed flat in a trembling line, Lys fumbles clumsily with the knots keeping the towel secured around her waist, sweat beading thickly at her temples and throat as she struggles to concentrate.]