"Ah. So it is abstinence solo... cuando no vamos a venir." If he's not going to allow her to make him come then by now he should be familiar with the idea that she won't allow herself to orgasm either; they will be in this hell of his devising together.

The sensation of taking a deep breath in and feeling his hands along her skin altogether sends a shudder up her spine that is simultaneously arousing and settling; she uses that shift in the muscles of her back to scoot herself forward even more. Marta keeps her legs wide across his, which means she can gently grind those damp curls against the base of his cock. "How very Catholic school of you, Terrible Man."

What, did he think that saying she could touch meant she'd immediately default to her hands where he might want them most? No. He gave her the rules, and now Marta gets to play.

She keeps her eyes on his face and hands at his neck as she uses the leverage to move in a slow rhythm that would drive her furiously nuts if anyone physically tried it on her, dragging her ass back and forth in his lap and then lifting her hips ever so slightly so that her nipples brush against his chest; it doesn't take very long for her own arousal to pool and then leak out of her as she pushes her cunt and her clit against his balls and up the underside of his prick, leaving warm dampness in its wake.

He did know this about her, though, that she gets very wet very quickly.