My Sweets

"I really really like you too."

BOBBY

I awaken just before dawn and I'm so unbelievably turned on, it's painful. The fog of sleep begins to lift. Oh fuck. I bite my lip in agony. While asleep, Jessa has rested her hand on my dick. All my remaining blood rushes there and it aches for release. Fuck! Her touch feels so fucking good and it's slowly driving me insane. What the hell do I do? Leave it there and try to ignore it? No way. I can't ignore this. It feels too good. God I want her so bad. My cock is throbbing with pleasure just from her touch. Before I can acknowledge what I'm doing, I slowly begin to gently rock my hips, humping against her hand. Oh fuck. Yes. This feels good. No! This is wrong. She's not even awake. This is pervy. Don't be a perv. I force myself to stop. I lay here, failing again to clear my head. I'm too aware of her hand on my dick. I've never been this aroused in my entire life. I need to get off. I need to go take care of this. I kiss the top of her head with plans of leaving, when she begins to stir awake. I hold my breath, but she looks around the dark room in confusion.

"What time is it?" She yawns.

"Early. I'm sorry, Lass. I didn't mean to wake you. I was just going to... to umm.. to take care of business."

"What?" She asks with confusion laced in her voice.

My brain is fried with sexual need and it isn't working. I can't come up with any excuse. "Your hand, Jessa. I'm dying here. I was going to go take care of it," I state as embarrassment consumes me. I can't believe I just admitted that. Her eyes go wide with realization.

JESSA

It is that exact moment that I realize my hand is laying on his dick. I'm half amused and half embarrassed. Poor guy. He does have to be sexually frustrated with me. We've had so much sexual tension between us. I know I'm frustrated. I can't imagine how he feels. I chew on my lip and decide to give it a little squeeze. I'm shocked by how thick it feels though his pants. Bobby moans and my stomach flips. I love that sound slipping from his lips and knowing that I have that effect on him. I love this power and control. Now I'm curious to know how big he actually is. Bolden by my sleepiness, I push my hand inside his pants and grasp it. Bobby gasps in shock and loudly moans his approval. I feel my own shorts soaking with excitement.

"Lass, you are doing a number on me," he whispers in my ear as he begins to pump his hips, moving his dick within my embrace.

"Bobby, you are huge," is my breathless reply before kissing him hard. He pulls me closer as I slowly and firmly pump him. I can tell that pleasure is taking its hold over him. He runs his hands over my body, stopping on my boob and pinching my nipple through the silky fabric. He moans in pleasure again and my breath hitches in my throat. It feels so good but that's instantly replaced with panic. What am I doing? My hand freezes and I hold my breath in fear. Bobby breathes out a strangled sigh as he places his hand on top of mine and removes it from his dick. Bringing my hand to his lips, he places a gentle kiss on my palm.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I manage to stutter out as embarrassment courses over all my senses. This is my fault.

"Shh. Jessa. It's alright, Lass. No apologizes. I told you we would take it slow and I meant that. I... I don't want to screw this up. You're too special." He kisses the palm of my hand again. I didn't even realize he was still holding it. I'm overcome with so many emotions. I can't believe this amazing man. Why do I have to be so screwed up? He's so sweet and considerate, nothing like... I lean in and begin to cry against his chest. "Hey Lass. It's ok." His voice is so soothing and so gentle and that just adds to my misery.

My body shakes with sobs, that I struggle to keep quiet. "I'm so sorry I'm so fucked up," I cry. I feel his body go ridged with my words. "You deserve better. Bobby, I... I think I owe you an explanation."