She lay in bed next to him, fully dressed in track pants and a shirt. He was close but they weren't touching, not yet. She was nervous. She wanted something to happen all night but just didn't know if she should.
He lay under the covers next to her shivering, despite the layers he wore. She left the room and returned with another blanket. Still he shivered.
"How can you still be cold?" she questioned.
"I'm not actually cold, I just can't stop shivering." He grabbed her hand and guided it under his jumper to his stomach. She could feel the warmth of his skin before she touched it.
"You're really hot." She smiled.
Leaving her hand on his stomach she slid further down into the bed and moved closer to him. He didn't move.
They continued to talk about everything and nothing. She felt such a connection with him, it's like they were the same person. She began moving her fingers over his skin, delicately caressing him. The tension was great between them.
He removed his hand from his pocket and ran his fingers along her arm, moving from wrist to elbow. Her breath caught as his fingers glided past her breast. So close but not touching. It was torture.
His hand continued up and down her arm, the feeling was exquisite and electrifying.
She moved her hand further up his body, massaging the muscles in his chest. He breathed deep when her fingers found his nipples. She circled each bud with her finger, feeling them harden to a tip. She pinched each tip causing him to gasp.
His hand slid up her arm to her elbow, closer to her chest this time. His hand brushed by her breast. She arched her back, pushing her breast onto his hand. His finger began caressing her clothed nipple. He pinched her, feeling the nipple harden as his had done. She felt herself grow wet at this touch. Her body yearned for more.
She moved closer to him. Her hand travelled back down his chest, over his stomach. His hair felt smooth under her fingers. She found the top of his shorts and lingered for a moment, the tips of her fingers moving slightly under the waist band. After an endless moment her hand began moving down, over his shorts. She brushed her hand past his hard cock feeling it jerk at the slight touch, continuing down to his thigh. Her hand moved to his inner thigh. She massaged the muscles beneath her hand, drifting up and down his inner thigh. Each upward motion causing her hand to caress his shaft.
He rolled onto his side to face her. The change of position gave her more access to his thigh. She took immediate advantage and pushed her hand further between his legs.