Jet was in bed, and I was on the floor with one blanket. Jet had hesitantly taken the bed after I urged. After an hour of laying still, I was deciding how to do it. It's easy to think how I would do it in a book. I would just get up, pull the covers down, pull out his already hard erection, and stroke him… but this isn't one of those stories. It’s even slightly nerve-wracking to think about getting on the bed and pushing my still clothing-covered body against him.

In the end, I decided to just go for it. I got up off the floor. Feeling nervous, I looked at him. It was dark, but he didn’t stir. I decided to strip down to my underwear. I was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweater. It was out of place, but I got down to my white bra and panties. I needed new clothes. Maybe a dress. A dress would be more attractive. My brain was delaying me. I was starting to get cold out of my blanket and clothes. I needed to act.

I wriggled into the bed and under the covers. He slightly shifted but didn’t rouse. Must be a deep sleeper. I decided to turn and push my back to his chest, and hips against his hips. An arm came over me, nestling against my stomach, and I felt a deep sigh. I pushed my panties up against his groin. He wore soft clothes under the robe he wore earlier. No shirt to be either. I felt something under my rear. The stirring of my plan succeeding. I felt his arm twitch, so I held still, only breathing. A long moment later, he moved his arm around as if testing what he was feeling. He moved up and found a breast. I decided it was time to turn my head and look at him. I turned my head to see him. He was not fully awake, but he had wide eyes, bewildered. I moved my face closer and pushed my lips up against his. They were so soft and warm.

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I ignored the screen, but I instantly knew more steps I needed to take. This skills system worked fast. I gently put his hand back on my breast, and I kissed him more deeply, exploring with my tongue. His eyes were just as wide but more awake, and he kissed me back. I felt something. His erection. It's something I was focused on, but I started to actually sense it, like another part of me. I rubbed my butt up smoothly against his trapped harness and could sense his pleasure growing. It was something I hadn't felt before but had imagined countless times reading my books.

I kept kissing him and moved my bra out of the way so he could play with my tender and ready-to-explore mounds. His hands went exploring, and it was like velvet rubbing my sensitive skin. His hands were so soft. It's much better when I don't have to touch myself, but I was exploring this erection, which was still trapped in his undergarments. I decided to keep rubbing him enjoying the sensation of his hardness pushing against my sensitive butt. Up and down, holding his hands to my breasts, using them as leverage to keep firmly rubbing, angling my warmness to push up against his trapped erection. That sensation of climax started to get closer, The tingling rising. His tongue ceased its dancing with mine. It was quivering, so I stopped. “But” He began, so I shushed him with another plunging kiss, not touching his erection.

I proceeded to straddle him. He was both aroused and disappointed. I could feel it somehow. I knew that I had him. He was mine and his hardness was throbbing with anticipation. I Unclipped my bra, letting it fall, and leaned over, Brushing my sensitive skin against his chest. My nipples were hard and sensitive now, and I could feel his erection beseeching me. He was massively aroused, and everything I was doing was setting him off. I leaned into my sensations, Teasing my overly sensitive breast against his soft skin. Slowly moving them around, I lightly bit his lip, then moved my lips to softly caress his. He moaned long and deep. I rotated around his chest with my bosom, keeping them lightly caressing his chest and stomach. I used that distraction to remove my panties. He didn't even appear to have noticed since I didn't stop brushing against him.

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It was time to remove the underclothes. They were soft, thick cottony leggings. I could work with that. I put my hands over his hips, just to the side of his rising glory, and slowly slid my fingers down his hips and then legs. The popsicle looks delicious. Focus! His leggings were down to his knees and would keep his legs together. Don't need him wiggling too much. I straddled him again and decided to rub my moist neither lips against his silky smooth shaft. I was practically dripping, so I rubbed myself smoothly up and down the length of him. I moved his hands up to cup my neglected breasts. I made him give a pinch, and the electric bolt of sensation was exquisite. Just a little bit sharp. Hmmm. I moved back and forth against his shaft. Slowly. It felt AMAZING. I could feel his tingly bolts as my clit rubbed against his shaft, and that erection's desperate pull toward releasing bolts of euphoria. So that's how it felt being a guy. No wonder they wanted sex so badly. He would likely do anything for this again. That building sensation of pressure near my belly started again. I kept moving. Back and forth. I stopped as the sensation was starting to feel almost at a point of no return. He whimpered. I had stopped or he would burst too soon. The feeling was exquisite. A need that set fire to my nerves. Edging myself was my passion during lonely nights. I also knew exactly when this man would pop. This power is intoxicating. He was squirming under me, so I lifted up, hovering above his shaft. His legs were stuck together. I moved my face down and started licking his hairless chest. He moaned. The sensation was subsiding, so I decided to rub my lips against his desperation, but let the climax gradually build again.

That sensation very slowly returned. It's almost there, and I decided to keep moving only the most minuscule amounts. It wasn't building but wasn't going away. He was groaning deeply, but every time he tried to twitch, I moved away and it would go away. This is my new passion. This was fun.

Every time his tension was coming close to ending, desperately shifted his hips, rubbing his throbbing erection against my dripping pussy. I would move my hips up, getting out of reach so he would spasm with need. I put on a wicked smile that let him know he wasn't allowed to move. What felt like hours later, he was able to hold still through the building orgasm. I let our release begin. I felt myself on the precipice, oh dear... that electricity... throbbing throughout my body. I was grinding my jewel, that deliciously sensitive nub hard against the smooth skin just under his tip. I could feel that tension in his body peek, and he started to cry out. I pushed my mouth up against his, and I made my tongue soak up the screams of his pleasure while he pulsed under me, spewing his nectar all over his stomach.

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As the amazingly intense and long orgasm subsided, I relaxed into his chest, pulling the covers over us. He felt like he wanted to pull his pants up, and maybe clean off, but did not want to move. The bliss was just too much as I was laying on him against his chest. I pretended to instantly fall asleep. He only squirmed a little bit, then gave up and went still. This is who I wanted to be. I was in charge of him now. I could feel it. He wouldn't want to give that up. It was the most amazing feeling.