Caroline

Even though I was drunk, we were drunk, it felt like he was treating me differently sexually. 

He was acting like this was the first time we were making love and could possibly be the last time we would ever. It felt new with him but right now, I wasn't complaining. 

He crawled up to me in the bed, and suckled on my right nipple, caressing gently my left breast. 

He trailed his wet lips from my nipple, down to my stomach and down to where I have been craving for him to go, but seems to take it slowly. 

He pulled my panties down my legs and threw them away across the room. He slipped his hand inside me moving his thumb in a circular motion on my clit, making me bite on my lower lip to fight back a moan, which I failed. 

I moaned, wanting more. He presided, moving his finger inside me slowly, gently, making me let out a loud moan that could make me reach orgasm immediately.