Heidi pulls her hips closer, rubbing her wet heat against his thigh. He lets out a sharp, choked noise. Something one could call the sound of profound agony. He tries to take a step back, to pull away, but her hand holds him fast. Her fingers stroke his throbbing length again slowly. The pleasure is a razor's edge, a torment that's too delicious to bear… she knows because he can't move.
"Tell me," she demands, cat eyes boring into his in the most seductive glare.
He lets out a shuddering breath. The silence stretches heavily between them. His chest heaves, his muscles are taut with the struggle to maintain control. However, it's evident he's losing the battle.
Finally, he groans out a sound of defeat. "Stop. Stop touching me, and I'll tell you everything. You don't understand what you're doing to me right now."
