A million thoughts rushed through my mind to the sound of blood rushing through my temples and I came alive inside. The sensation of a million butterflies stirring up a hurricane in my abdomen already driving me crazy, I couldn't begin to imagine how she felt as my hand brushing up against her cheek caused her to quiver and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
'You're serious?' I asked. I had to. You didn't recover from the kind of guilt these moments led to if you didn't want what you asked for or if you left someone with the burden of something they couldn't handle.
'Try me,' she answered, her face so close that even her soft whisper caused me to blink as she spoke. Her eyes then released their captivity over mine and moved down to my lips.
I kissed her once. Not much more than a peck but still something more than just a friendly kiss. I studied her face and she hadn't looked unsure. So I kissed her again, this time lingering a few seconds longer and with the beginnings of my truest urge. I wanted to leave no part of her body untouched... unused. But I had to know that urge was mutual.
I pulled the unzipped hooded jacket down off her bare shoulders as I kissed her young full lips, her tongue shyly dancing on and off the tip of mine and knew that, no matter how few men she had been with before now, she knew enough to communicate somewhat without words.
Her hands ran up and down my forearms, then across my sides before resting on the small of my back; her slight fingers sneaking in between the waistbands of my jeans and boxers.
I pulled away, drawing out of her a needy, heavy gasp and kneeled before her, taking the shoulder straps of her vest and pulling them down over her arms to have her bra encased bust almost burst out before my eyes.
I was hoping already that an animalistic grunt or a growl would let her know what I thought of her beauty and the generosity of her womanhood. Either way, she got both. Words were just beyond me all of a sudden.
More gently but no more slowly did I take the straps of her pink lacy bra down over her shoulders and hungrily expose her breasts before pausing out of sheer admiration for her gifts.
They weren't as big as they looked, busting out of her tight vest. They were huge, perfectly rounded and very pert for their size. I ran my hands gently around them, running the pads of my thumbs carefully over two very modest pink nipples. They responded to my touch quickly by hardening all the while a thousand goosebumps rose to attention across her forearms.
I met her lips again with mine, this time harder, faster and hungrily, pressing her back down onto her shoulders before lowering my kisses down across her jaw, neck and collarbone before taking her soft, warm tits into my mouth.
I ran the tip of my tongue around each nipple, not in my own time but rather racing to equal the rhythm of her thumping heart. The roughness of my moistening tongue with the softness of my drying lips brought longer and more appreciative sighs out of her mouth, meanwhile one hand clasped firmly over one of hers, fingers entwined, and the other reached down between her thighs to feel the heated excitement drawing out from within.
