Continue to Hold Her

Your knuckles turn white as you fight to keep your grip firm, the strain radiating through your shoulders and down your forearms. The effort sends a fresh wave of blood rushing to your groin, making the head of your cock throb harder against the slick, hot skin of her inner thigh. You can feel the bead of precum leaking out, slicking the area, making the friction even more agonizing.

You stare into Lily’s eyes, seeing her playful smile, completely unaware of the peril she puts you in. She shifts her weight again, her bare bottom rubbing against the sensitive ridge of your shaft, and you gasp, your legs trembling violently. You have to hold her up. You have to hold her up exactly here, in this position, where if you were to stumble even an inch, she would slide down and swallow you whole. Every second feels like an eternity as you endure the searing heat radiating from her core, trapped in a desperate dance of gravity and ecstasy.

Jean lowers his charcoal stick for the final time, the sound of the tip breaking the silence of the room. He studies the sketch for a long, appreciative moment, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “A masterpiece,” he declares, clearly pleased with the capture of the struggle. “A definitive moment of collision.”

Your arms are burning with the weight of the effort. Lily finally unwraps her legs from your stomach, you slowly lower her to the ground.

She looks down at the impressive hard-on now point straight at her, her eyes wide with genuine wonder. She steps closer, her stomach pressing firmly against your lower hip, feeling the heat radiating from the angry red head of your cock one last time.

“Oh my,” she breathes, her voice dropping to a breathy, teasing whisper as she traces a fingertip along the curve of your shaft. “Thank you for holding on so tight, Mark. I think that thing would have torn me in half.”