He pushed me down on the ground slowly, letting a stray finger stroke through the thick cloth of my dress from the bottom of my waist to just over the valley of my breasts. A knee raised slowly, straddling me with a determined look in his eyes.
“Do you have protection?” I breathed out carefully.
“No.”
“Do you have anything I should know about?”
“No.”
“I don’t,” I feebly assured him, after one of his fingers pulled a thick strap off my left shoulder. “And you didn’t ask you know?”
“Will you let me?” he breathed out sharply.
“Yeah.”
He blinked slowly as he used his other hand to pull down my other bright red strap. He hunched forward like a dog, grazing the top set of his teeth against the rounded curve of my shoulder blade. I exhaled frantically, taking note of the hot heat of his b
