Something in him pulsed against her fingers on a beat she did not control.
She stroked him slowly, her bare palm sliding along the shaft.
His breath caught.
Pre-cum smeared under her thumb.
The green stocking pulled tight across her thighs when she leaned in. Hazel eyes stayed on what her hand was doing.
"You're being very careful," Lia said.
"That's fine. Let me focus.."
"You can go faster."
"Slower is better."
"Not for this."
Lia reached over and put her hand on top of Olivia's.
Red curls fell forward.
She made the stroke firmer and shorter, with a small twist at the head. Olivia let her.
The wet sound was soft but clear in the quiet room. After a few passes Lia took her hand away, and Olivia kept the new pace on her own.
Her fingers were already slick. The cream panties between her legs had gone darker.
"See?" Lia said.
"I see."
"My turn."
Olivia moved aside.
