Darcy gasped and whined as he thrust against her, never slipping inside but still rubbing against her most sensitive bundle of nerves. She was anxious, worried that he would forget himself and plunge inside, but Sebastian maintained perfect control, and if she was being honest with herself, the sounds he made were arousing.
She grasped his upper arm, feeling the muscles straining, and arched her back when he sucked on a nipple. His bite elicited a displeased squeal, but tension was building so steadily that she didn't have it in her to complain. Darcy had never known something like this could get her off, but she was pushed back over the edge, a sharp cry tearing from her throat, thighs pulling him sharply against her.
When Sebastian drew back enough to finish himself off, Darcy was too self-conscious to watch. She could feel his hot release against her skin and she paled when he insisted she press it inside of her. What if she became pregnant? Hah! Leave it to Darcy Lewis to conceive while still a virgin.
Hesitantly, she slipped her fingers between her legs and stroked over herself, spreading his cum around as she did so. After a few moments of toying, she slid one finger inside of herself, but withdrew it immediately. This wasn't doing anything for her and she was just putting on the show he had requested, wanting to wash the evidence of their encounter off as soon as possible.