My knees remained planted securely on either side of her hips, pinning her lower body exactly where I wanted her.

I didn’t rush. I sank my weight down just enough to let her feel the massive, unyielding reality of my position. My cock lay thick and heavy straight up the center of her belly, the swollen, flushed head resting right against her navel. The heat of her skin radiated upward, meeting the underside of my shaft.

Sherry was breathing heavily, every breath ragged and unsteady. Each inhale lifted her lower stomach, pressing it firmly against the rigid length of my cock. The slow, agonizing friction left a long, glistening trail of pre-cum across her skin that pooled in the shallow dip of her belly button. Her abdominal muscles fluttered in tight, involuntary tremors beneath me.

Her mouth opened as if to speak, but the words dried on her lips. She stared up at me, eyes wide, realizing I was not the friend she had always known. Her lips remained slightly parted, trembling as she sucked in the hot, heavy air between our faces, her gaze dark and searching mine with a sudden, wild recognition. The system stayed silent, letting the raw tension stretch between us. Our eyes locked. She nodded slowly, a signal that she a willing sacrifice ready to be offered.

I reached down and gently brushed aside the small strand of hair that had fallen across her face. I needed her to see everything. To watch how our friendship had finally crossed this line.

I took a deep, steadying breath, letting the hot air pool between our faces, then brought my hands down.

I slid my calloused palms beneath the heavy, soft undersides of her breasts. The contrast was immediate and intoxicating. My rough, plain-hardened skin rasped lightly against the flawless, silk-like texture of her flesh. I lifted them gently, supporting their plush weight, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of her heartbeat vibrating directly into my fingers.

Sherry let out a low, shaky whimper. Her eyes fluttered shut for a fraction of a second, her short brunette hair tossing wildly against the pillow as her chin tilted back, exposing the long, strained line of her throat. Her mouth stretched open in a silent, breathless gasp, her chest heaving violently against the weight of my palms as her back arched completely off the mattress.

My thumbs swept upward, brushing over the dark, puckered areolas until they caught the rigid points of her nipples. She shivered violently, her eyes snapping open, completely glassed over with a desperate, heavy heat. She bit down hard on her lower lip, burying her teeth into the soft flesh to stifle a louder cry as the localized jolt of pleasure tore through her.

Slowly, deliberately, I let my hands slide down. My palms mapped the narrow curve of her rib cage, feeling the sharp expansion of her lungs as she struggled for air. I followed the dip of her waist, my fingers sinking slightly into the soft, yielding flesh of her flanks.

Every inch of her felt incredibly warm, radiating a molten heat that seemed to glaze my skin. Every inch of her made the ache inside me worse, building something that refused to be denied any longer.

I wrapped my hands over the hard, wide flare of her hip bones, my grip tightening with sudden, possessive weight that anchored her firmly to the bed.

Sherry’s hands scrambled blindly across the mattress, her fingers clawing deep into the crisp fabric of the bedsheets, seeking any kind of leverage as my touch moved lower. Her eyebrows pulled together in a tight, pained grimace of sheer pleasure, her nostrils flaring as she watched my hands slide down her body, unable to look away from the raw dominance of my touch.

I trailed my fingers along the crease where her hips met her torso, then pushed my palms down the length of her thick thighs. I used firm, heavy pressure, feeling the dense, soft muscle of her legs tremble beneath my hands.

When I reached her knees, I turned my hands, sliding my fingers around to the hyper-sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The flesh there was impossibly soft, completely unexposed to the world, and it pulsed with the heat radiating from her center.

These were the thighs I had always seen exposed in her mini skirts but had never been allowed to touch.

As my touch smoothed upward, her thighs instinctively tried to clamp together, but the solid block of my knees held them wide open, forcing her to stay bare and vulnerable beneath me. A low, desperate whine caught in the back of her throat. Her face was entirely flushed now, a dark, radiant pink that spilled down her neck, her jaw tight as she strained against the unyielding barrier of my legs.

Then my hands reached the soft shadow of her regrowth.

The texture changed instantly. My calloused fingertips brushed over the neat, sparse patch of short dark hair framing her pussy.

The slight, prickling friction of the regrowth against the sensitive pads of my fingers was raw and intensely primal. It made my fingers feel like they had finally met their purpose.

It was the unpolished, real-world proof of her surrender, and it made the ache in my cock throb with vicious, demanding heat. I let my hand linger there, my palm cupping the heavy mount of her pelvis, feeling the intense, localized heat radiating through the soft hairs.

Sherry gasped, a sharp, hitched sound that echoed loudly in the quiet room. Her head rolled to the side, her short hair clinging to the sweat dampening her temples. Her eyes were completely unfocused for a second, her mouth hanging open, slack with the sheer intensity of the friction as her thighs trembled violently against my knees.

Her thighs trembled against my knees. Her hips gave a subtle, desperate tilt upward, begging for the weight of my hand to press harder. The movement pushed her pelvis up against the heavy root of my erection, pinning the thick, aching shaft even harder against her belly.

I moved my thumbs, bringing them down to the very center of that dark frame, placing them right against the outer lips of her pussy.

Slowly, with agonizing care, I pressed inward and parted them, revealing a glimpse of paradise.

The rough, prickly texture of the regrowth vanished entirely beneath my fingers, giving way to the absolute, frictionless smoothness of her inner folds. The skin there was flushed a deep, burning pink, swollen with arousal and slick with a heavy, glistening moisture that coated my thumbs instantly.

The inner pink folds parted completely under the gentle pressure of my hands, exposing the wet, pulsing core of her heat to the open air of the room and the direct, hungry focus of my stare. Deep inside was another heart, pulsing and welcoming.

Sherry completely lost her breath. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and entirely liquid with a desire so thick it felt like it filled the space between us.

Her eyes were completely dilated now, the dark irises completely swallowed by a liquid, primal hunger that locked onto mine with total, terrifying surrender. There was no shame left on her features, only a desperate, unhinged need for me to stop torturing her.

"Bram," she gasped, voice breaking, "I can’t wait anymore."

My gaze dropped to the slick, parted heat beneath my fingers, then rose back to her eyes. The restraint broke completely.