Even if it was not, which he doubted, there would be time enough to reflect upon the consequences at a later point in time. It gave him some peace of mind to know that nobody else would ever find out what they had been up to unless one of them spilled it. And he could see no reason why they would. She clearly wanted him at this moment. He clearly wanted her in this moment. Immensely. He already was, and he was not looking to stop. Shifting his left hand to the front of her tummy, he gradually slid it down, fingertips teasing her exposed flesh on the way to her mound. Once he had reached it, he began sliding his fingers up and down, back and forward as he played with her folds, not daring to penetrate her yet. She seemed to be into grinding. If she wanted to use any part of him in order to get herself off, he was more than happy to oblige.
The very knowledge that he had managed to get this feisty chick excited was getting him excited, and this was his favorite kind of feedback loop. Things would get so much more difficult when she got her hands on him, but he wanted to see what she would do once she did. Was she as uninhibited as she had been presenting herself as to all the assholes that tried to make a pass at her in clubs? Was it merely a defensive mechanism? Would she be as wild in bed as she was outside of it? Was she more of a giver, more of a taker? What type of treatment did she like? Would she be pissed at him if he kissed her the way he wanted to, or would she be pissed if he did not even try? Would she even be considering any of this bullshit, or would she just enjoy the situation for that it was. This girl had him thinking, had him curious, and that was arguably more dangerous than having him pinned beneath her shapely legs.
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