He shoved those roughly aside, seeking my inner heat, and I thrilled at the sharp intake of his breath in my ear when he discovered just how wet I rea...ly was.“Christ,” he murmured. “That’s a hot, wet little waterslide, isn’t it?”“Mmm-hmm,” I agreed, working his zipper one handed–the other was twisted behind my back, secured in his fist. “Wanna go for a ride?”He groaned when I slipped my hand into his trousers, his cock tenting his boxers. I pressed it flat up against his belly, feeling his. "Harder and harder until they begin to ache" and with his words, the pain came. A burning, as if the skin was stretched hard. "The fabric of your shirt rubs over your nipples, teasing them... each movement, each breath you take is a sweet torment of stimulation." I moaned, feeling the areola crinkle tightly with a wonderful throb. This intense pleasure/pain brought a flood of moisture between my thighs.The first time he entered my mind, it was more clinical, in a way maybe just an exercise to. She did not have the experience to recognise the clamouring of signals as a prelude to her body making the necessary adjustments to accept his intrusion that would, if all went well, conclude with an almighty orgasm.She needed to do something to join in with this build-up to their union, but, what? Rational thought was beyond her and her inexperience was telling. Her romance novels had arms being thrown around necks and passionate kisses being swapped. But what John was doing to her went beyond. After some time,Me – Truth or Dare?Siv – Dare.Me – Can I take your t-shirt off?She started hesitating and was about to tell something. Then I stood up and immediately went to her and removed her t-shirt, leaving her in her white bra with pink stripes on it. Her boobs were trying to come out and feel free which I was going to grant them soon. When I did that, she was a bit uncomfortable but didn’t stop me.Siv – Ok. My turn – Truth or Dare?Me – Dare. (I knew there’s no place for truths now)Siv –.