My hands rested on his strong, perfect chest as he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me again and gently rolled us over so I was lying on the bed with him above me. His lips and hands moved over me, slow and careful, making every second feel electric, like nothing else in the world mattered but us.
He captured both of my wrists in one of his hands, holding them gently but firmly above my head, while his other hand slowly slid my pants down my legs and tossed them aside. Then, without a word, he shed his own, his warmth pressing against me as he leaned in to kiss me.
I could feel him, hard and insistent, brushing against my thigh, and my body responded instantly, shivering with need. His free hand traced me with deliberate slowness, teasing and stroking me in ways that made me moan ag
