There was something about sex that women just took so deeply, made it so personal, and for some reason most of them just couldn't let go of that part and just feel it, just do what felt good. Ari expected this obstacle from Frankie, because of who she was. She was a romantic, she was everything annoying about women.
"Don't be," he whispered into her ear, fingers still running over her pussy, but not making any advance to push further than where he already was. Just now, just doing this, he could get off. It was like he could feed off her excitement, she was so aroused it practically pulse throughout both of them. The hand squeezing her tits removed itself, unbuttoning his own jeans and shifting them off around his hips, releasing his pulsing erection from its confines. He brushed the tip over her belly, moaning softly while his hand continued stroking her over her panties. "Touch me," he murmured, the small bead of cum on the tip leaving a salty trail on her skin.