Helena was floating. She was sure of it. Her outstretched hand was touching the soft cloud of Seth's palm, her questing fingers caressing his tender flesh and her other hand lazily drew circles around her hard nipples. She sighed as she pinched one, the sensation traveling through her body and pooling in her moist pussy. She had never felt like this before, like she was approaching the edge of a cliff or being swept toward the edge of a dark precipice without knowing what awaited but excited at that lack of knowledge.
Seth was in heaven as well. His fingers were also wrapped around hers, softly rubbing her skin while his other hand remained wrapped around his tool. Slowly, firmly, his fist moved up and down, every nerve ending blazing where his flesh met. The feelings were sweet and his body responded to his touch more readily that it ever had before. He was a gay man. How was it that a straight woman was making him feel intimacy more deeply than he ever had before?
"Are you close?"
"Close?" Helena opened her eyes and looked over at him. "What's that mean?"
"Are you close to cumming?"
"What's cumming?"
"Cumming is what happens when you achieve an orgasm and if I remember correctly, you haven't had one yet."
Helena looked away. "No, I haven't." She went to move her hand away from his but he held tightly, drawing her attention back to him.
"Helena, even though I'm not attracted to you, you are a beautiful woman."