Want it Rough

He's running his hands down and around my bare thighs up and up again, up past my ribs, around my lower back and down again, just past my hip bone. His fingers hook around the laces of my underwear and I gasp when he finally removes it. I felt a bit embarrassed when I noticed that he paused, so I closed my legs.

"Stop it..." he whispered and suddenly, his lips touched my bare stomach.

"Arik...please!" I fucking moaned while begging.

I couldn't recognize my own voice there. He was teasing me, and I couldn't even reach him to continue. After a while, I felt him move between my legs, so I sat up, but he insisted and parted my legs.

"A-Arik, wait...what are you-"