His fingertip ran up and down her pantied slit and twirled slightly at the top of her cleft, making her clit sing and pulse.

"Ahhhhh, my God! Take them off and fuck me!" she cried.

"Huh-uh, baby," he rasped. "You've got to do some of this yourself. You slip them off. Bare your hot cunt to me and spread your pussy-lips with your fingers, and let your cunt talk to me.

Let it smack its lips and tell my hard cock to come inside.

Reach, Chris-reach out and stop expecting everything to come to you."

"Ohhhhh, God…" she moaned, shame creeping over her again.

His hands wouldn't stop. They massaged her inner thighs.

They swept up and down her pantied twat. They gently massaged her flat tummy and squeezed her tits and moved all over her flaming, yearning body.

"Be a part of this, Chris," he whispered again, pressing his warm, wet lips high on her inner thigh. "I don't want you telling me afterwards that I fucked you, that I forced you. I want you to be able to say that we did it to each other."

"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned again, jittering all over, squeezing her thighs around his hand as he slipped his finger inside the legband of her panties and swept it up and down through the silky, drenched meat of her pussy-gap.

She knew what he wanted. She hated him for it, and yet she felt another emotion besides-a kind of grudging admiration. He wasn't going to let her hide at all.

If she wanted to be fucked right now, she was going to have to make a positive move, take a step away from Carl's memory on her own.

She weaved her hips and ass around in circles, making her clit brush against the tip of his finger. She began to gasp. He chuckled softly and removed his finger, and she knew he'd caught her again, unwilling to let her come in such a sneaky manner.

"Ahhhhh, my God!" she gasped. "All right-all right!" She yanked her skirt up her slim waist as high as it would go. She lifted her hips, raising her tight, round ass-cheeks from the cushion. She put her hands at the sides of her slim hips and slid them downward.