I crushed myself to him, every point of contact lit with fiery need. My hips rolled forward involuntarily, matching his tongue's thrusts. One of his hands dipped down to cup my ass, then he hiked up my thigh around his waist. His hard length pressed against my lower belly. His hungry mouth nearly tipped me over backward, but I hung on to the only thing keeping me from falling.
He worked my leggings down my thighs. His lips and tongue left mine to wander down my neck while he skimmed his hands under my sweater, pulling it and my bra up to expose my breasts and then over my head. When his mouth found my nipples, I arched into him with a loud moan.
"We'll go slow," he said between kisses. "Try it out. But you have to tell me if you feel something's wrong. Do you trust me?"
The extreme huskiness in his voice actually made me whimper. Whimper.
"More than anyone," I breathed. But this wasn't all I wanted. I wanted him, not just sex.