Rachel suddenly stopped her grinding. She wrapped one hand tightly around the base of my cock, holding it firmly so the swollen, precum-slick head was pressed right against her dripping, completely shaved entrance — close enough that she could feel every hot throb, but not allowing even a millimeter to push inside.
Her face was a deep, vivid red under the drying streaks of cum, her expression a mess of raw desire, anxiety, and embarrassment. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hips as she kept me locked in that torturous position.
"A-an… an… you can't put it in…" she whispered, voice shaking. "There's no condom… What if I get pregnant…? And there are no pills here on this island… We can't risk it…"
My cock pulsed hard against her fingers and the soft, wet kiss of her pussy lips, leaking another bead of precum that smeared against her smooth, bare skin. The frustration of being so close yet denied made my voice come out tight and agitated.
