And now, he seems nervous. “What’s wrong?” I ask, stroking his hair as he hovers over me, his weight on an elbow.
He caresses my cheek, his fingers soft. “I don’t want to screw this up,” he says. “It’s…. it’s been a while and…. and I’m hoping that you and I really have something. I think that we do.”
Oh, Jeez…. I really shouldn’t be doing this….
But I’m here now, all but naked with him, and as he presses himself against me, scattering kisses over my breasts and belly, the warming curl of arousal smokes up inside me, igniting as it goes.
Ben flows over me, his body resting over mine. Thumbs tug into the top of my panties. “Do you think we really need these?”
“I don’t think so. And what about these?” I insert a finger into the waistband of his shorts and snap the elastic back. His shaft
