***Butch***
When she said she wasnt ready for it all, I was ready to pull back, but then she pulled me down, smashing her lips to mine. I couldn't help myself and kissed her back hard, deepening the kiss. One hand went to her hair, pulling her head ot the side as I attacked her mouth.
Her hands went under my shirt as she hung onto me as if I were her anchor. I could give her a little to take the edge off. I could smell her, and it was driving me crazy. But I need to touch her anyway; she would let me.
Sliding my hands to her side, bunching her shirt in my hand till the hem was in my palm, slipping my hand under her shirt, her skin felt so soft, letting my finger trail over her stomach, till the edge of her bra touched my finger tips, I wanted to slip under it but thought it maybe to mu
