Willa closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing or why. She just wanted to feel. She wanted to feel his hands skimming over her breast and lightly flicking her n****e. She fleetingly wondered where his other hand was; mystery solved when she felt his fingers delicately glide over her hip to stroke the outer part of her thigh. His hand never stayed in one spot too long. It felt like she was being stroked by butterflies. Not sure where to place her own, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. It was so silky. She gently scratched his scalp and softly stroked his neck and the sides of his face as he deepened their kiss. Finally they broke apart to suck in much needed air. Suddenly Willa felt shy. She tried to sit up but Sam gently pulled her back into his
