“Raise your hips,” he said, wishing to rid her of the offending garment keeping him from giving her what she wanted. When she did, he removed her drawers so it would be easier for him to pleasure her. He slid the soft material down over her stockinged legs, and to protect her modesty, did all this without raising the skirts above her knees.
All he wanted to do now was to touch her. To rouse her to passion with his mouth, bringing her to the pinnacle of ecstasy while pressing into her with his fingers. He wanted to feel her tight passage grip him as she climaxed.
But he had to go slow. For her sake. Even though she had a passion that rivaled that of a wanton mistress, he knew she was still an untried virgin. He wondered what madness had come over him that would make him agree to such fool
