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willing to bet she was one of them. 
    “Please, Noah.  Touch me some more.”
    “I am touching you,” he teased.  To prove his point, he kneaded her breasts a little roughly, loving the way she squeezed her thighs around him in an effort to ease the ache between them.  Frustrated, she ground her lower body against him.  “No, I mean touch me more.”
    “Show me,” he ordered.
    She dragged his hands down to her hips and arched, rubbing her core against him until his dick found its spot between her legs.  She froze and so did he, his hot breaths hitting her chest.  Waiting.  Wondering if she’d hit her limit.  She didn’t move for several minutes and then she began a steady rhythmic thrust and retreat, one that repeatedly rubbed his dick against her clit.  She was sobbing now, pushing his head harder into the valley between her breasts, frantic for the sensations that were quickly building to a fevered pitch. 
    He tried to pull his hands out of her grasp so he could touch her, but she held on, making him think she was getting scared.  “It’s okay.  Let’s take a break.”  Again, he tried to withdraw his hands but she gasped, “No.” 
    She stopped grinding against him, widened her stance, and pushed herself slightly up on her knees.  Then she pulled at one of his wrists, guiding it between her legs until the back of his hand grazed her center.  “Please.  Touch me.”
    Instantly, he turned his hand until he cupped her.  Unerringly, his thumb found her clit through the denim and rubbed.  She let out a soft, keening cry, closed her eyes and flung her head back.  She kept her fingers wrapped around both his wrists but she didn’t push him away.  Keeping his hand between her legs, he moved his other hand back to her breast and squeezed her nipple again, this time a little harder than before. 
    She grimaced, her expression clearly one of unbearable pleasure. 
    He raised his knees slightly so they nudged against her from behind.  “Lie back against me,” he urged.  Her eyes flew open and she mewled, a sound of uncertainty.  He just stared at her as he continued to rub her sensitive flesh.  Finally, she did as he said, her legs splaying open even wider. 
    Her hips gyrated to the rhythm he set with his hand.  He wanted nothing more than to spread her out, take off all her clothes, and drive himself into her wet heat, but there was something infinitely exciting about having her sit on top of him, all her clothes still intact, her bottom rubbing against him, making him harder as he watched her getting closer and closer to breaking apart. 
    He knew the instant she realized she was going to climax.  Her eyes flew open and she stiffened.  “Wait—” she gasped out.  “Stop.  Please.”
    His first thought was, Fuck no , but she was obviously scared of the release she’d never found with a man before.  It was that fear that stopped him from ripping open her jeans, jerking them off her body, and burying his fingers into her pussy.  It was a pure thrill, knowing he’d brought her so far with so little effort, but she needed to know she could trust him, that she could control how far things went, so he forced himself to stop caressing her.  He kept his hands right where they were though, resting against her while quivers racked her body.  “Don’t you want to come, baby?”
    “No—no.  I—I can’t.  I’ve never—”
    “You were so close.  You felt it and so did I.  It’ll feel so good, so amazing if you just let yourself have it, Jenna.  And damn, I want to give it to you.”
    “I—I—”  She shook her head.  Blinked her eyes in an effort to focus past the desire that was still dragging her down.  Awkwardly, she pushed herself off him and to the side.  His hands fell away as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.  She sat there for a minute with her head lowered, catching her breath.  Finally, she stood.   “I’m sorry.  I can’t.”
    She watched