<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Brows again rose when he heard her mewl in protest, "What was that?" he breathed against her skin, grinning when she admitted to wanting it, "But?" he asked, a single finger flicking against her swollen clit just once, only helping to give her reason to let him touch her there. "Would it make you feel better if I promise not to push my fingers inside?" he asked softly, "I'd feel bad if I left you all hot and bothered, though," he murmured to her, "And I don't need to push my fingers inside of your hungry little pussy to make the ache stop," he assured her, again flicking his finger against her clit.<br/><br/>"You know what?" he then said, "Nevermind. You're too innocent for me to leave that kind of decision up to you," he said, "You'd probably feel guilty if you said yes, and what kind of person would that make me if I let you feel guilty?" he purred before taking her over to her bed and laying her down on it. He pulled her panties off before going back to kissing her, his fingers now stroking slowly at her clit, fingertips growing wetter and wetter each time he did. He let his fingertips trail over the entrance of her pussy, feeling it lightly spasm under his touch, but keeping his word, not pushing his fingers in, instead swirling around her shallow entrance before moving back up to rub her clit. He kissed his way down her neck and to her tits, kneading at one with his free hand and licking at the other with his tongue, lightly sucking and nipping at her nipples.