Just Two Friends Hanging Out Pt 02

We don't move.

Not at first.

Erin's body is flush against mine, her back pressed to my chest, and I can feel every shift in her breathing. Every slow, deliberate inhale. Every shaky exhale.

I should stop.

I don't.

My fingers tighten on her waist, just enough to let her know I'm still here, still holding on by a thread. I push my hips against her again. The head of my dick can't be restrained by my waistband anymore.

Erin shifts again--subtle, almost teasing--pressing back just enough to feel me, to make sure I know she feels me. She squeezes each cheek twice against my shaft just to make sure I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in. "Erin."

It's not a question. Not a warning. Just her name, slipping out like a prayer.

She turns slightly, just enough for her lips to brush my jaw. Just enough for me to feel the heat of her breath against my skin. I'm tempted to taste her now.

"You want to stop?" she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

I don't answer.

She shifts again--slow, dragging her hips against me. A soft, breathy sound escapes her lips, and it wrecks me.

My restraint snaps.

I grip her hip, firm, pulling her back against me, grinding slow and deliberate. She gasps, arching into it, pressing closer. Now the tip of my dick is exposed glistening in the dark with pre-cum.

"Fuck," I breathe against her neck.

She tilts her head slightly, just enough to give me space, just enough to tell me she wants more.

I don't hesitate.

My lips brush against her skin, light at first, just testing. When she doesn't pull away--when she presses into it--I do it again. Leaving small kisses on her, I dare to push her closer to the edge and lick the same spot I just kissed. *Smooch*-*Lick* an easy recipe of seduction that has Erin purring under my lips. Then again, trailing my mouth lower, my teeth grazing over her neck.

She shudders.

Her hand slides over mine, guiding it under the hem of her sweater, letting me feel the bare skin of her stomach, the heat of her body.

Erin lets go of my hand to explore her torso, while she reaches between us for her prize. Her hand lands on the thick shaft of my dick, filling her hand. Her thumb finds a spot right on the head. Rubbing in and swirling what little cum seeped out around and around the head. My dick pulses within her hand, intensifying every squeeze and tug.

I exhale sharply, my fingers splaying across her waist, thumbs brushing across her ribs. She's so warm, so soft, and when she shifts her ass again, rolling her hips just right--

"Fuck, Erin," I groan, tightening my grip on her.

She hums, tilting her head back, her lips grazing my jaw again.

"You like that?" she murmurs, teasing.

I slide my hand higher, fingertips barely skimming beneath the fabric of her sweater, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. I pause below her right breast, feeling out her curves.

Her breath hitches when I reach her nipple.

I smirk against her neck. "You tell me." Another kiss, another taste of her.

Erin doesn't answer with words.

Instead, Erin turns in my arms, her lips crashing into mine hard enough to bang our teeth together. Erin then pushes me onto my back to straddle me. Our lips taste each other, I suck in her lower lip and she loves it.

Erin grinds against me, every roll of her hips claiming another inch of me. I meet her movements with slow thrusts, feeling the wet heat soaking through her shorts. A soft moan slips from her lips, breathy and needy.

"I don't want to have sex yet," she whispers against my lips, brushing mine with every word, "but I want you."

She slides her shorts down, letting them drop to the floor--useless now. I follow, pushing my own sweatpants aside, but neither of us breaks the kiss. Our mouths stay fused, tongues fighting for dominance.

Erin straddles me again, her slickness gliding along the hard length of my cock. She moves slow, teasing herself, teasing me. Then, for the first time in what feels like forever, she pulls away from my lips. Her eyes lock onto mine, burning with desire, before she leans back, her nails dragging down my chest through my shirt, making me hiss.

I grip her hips, taking control, guiding her on top of me. She gasps, her breathing growing heavier, her moans sharper with each deliberate roll of her hips. My cock glides between her swollen folds, parting her softness with every friction-filled stroke. I glance down at "us", my pulse spiking at the sight of her clit--puffy, throbbing, grinding against me with every slick movement.

Erin follows my gaze, biting her lip as she watches. She shifts, adjusting her position, as a fresh bead of precum leaks from my tip, mixing with the wetness already coating me. She slides higher, aligning herself so her pussy nestles against the head of my cock, pressing down just enough to feel everything without taking me in.

Each slow, torturous stroke pushes me closer to the edge. My grip tightens on her hips, my thumbs digging into her soft skin, holding her exactly where I want her.

"Oh fuck, Frankiiieee," she moans, my name tumbling from her lips like a prayer.

Suddenly, Erin's body tenses, thighs clamping around me as a deep, shuddering tremor moves through her. I hold her steady by the sides, pressing her down harder against the head of my cock, keeping her riding that wave. Her moans grow desperate as she grinds through her climax, soaking me in the heat of her pleasure.

And I'm right there with her, teetering on the edge, every nerve in my body coiled tight, ready to snap. Then it happens--pleasure crashes over me in waves, my release surging between us. Hot ropes of cum spill onto my abs, streaking my half-exposed shirt as my muscles tense beneath her.

Erin watches, her lips parting in quiet awe as she comes down from her own high. She exhaled a shaky breath before leaning forward, pressing her warm, trembling body against mine. My arms wrap around her instinctively, pulling her closer, and our lips meet again. Her lips are soft.

Our chests rise and fall in sync, hearts pounding, bodies still pulsing with the aftershocks of a shared orgasm. But we don't break the kiss. We stay like this, locked lips molding together in slowly as our breathing gradually steadies.

Finally, Erin pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Mmm, now aren't you glad you didn't leave?"

A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, teasing, knowing. And damn it, she's right.