She arched her back instinctively, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but that just pushed her chest further into his hands, made her breasts overflow between his fingers in the most delicious way.
"Wait for what?" He kept kneading, rough and deliberate, watching her face twist between pain and pleasure. "You wanted me, didn't you? You were 'begging' for me just minutes ago."
"I—yes, but—hngh~!" Her protest cut off into a moan as he pinched both nipples simultaneously, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers.
"But what? You changed your mind?" He released one breast, letting it bounce back into place, the pale skin now marked with faint red from his grip. His free hand moved down, sliding over her stomach, moving lower—
She grabbed his wrist, stopping him just before he reached her pussy.
Her hands were shaking, grip weak, but the gesture was clear.
He looked up at her face and saw it—'fear' mixing with the arousal in her eyes.
