He lay me down gently, as he kissed me.
"Hold on a second," he said, and rose from the bed. One by one, he lit candles around the room and then dimmed the lights. I sat half up in the bed, watching him create ambiance. I was propped on my elbows so that my chest stuck out, half intentionally. I was impressed at his thoughtfulness, and smiled to myself. We made eye contact and I bit my lip.
He came back and sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. I loved the way his lips felt- warm and hungry. I curled my legs up next to him and rolled my head back as he kissed my neck. The heat between my legs grew and I squirmed a little, pressing my chest against his. I held him so tightly my arms felt sore. I breathed in his scent (fresh and clean and warm) and lifted the hem of his shirt up and over his head. He lifted his arms and tossed it aside, revealing his toned pecs and biceps. He wasn't huge, but he was youthful and firm. His honey brown chest was completely hairless and he got goosebumps as I ran my fingers across it lightly. Again, we made eye contact and I touched his cheek and smiled, raising one eyebrow.
"Come here," he said, and stood next to the bed. He took my hand and drew me up to him, kissing me deeply as his hands wrapped around my waist tightly. He found the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly unzipped it while he kissed me. I caught it with my hands before it fell.
"Sit down." He obeyed, and sat on the edge of his bed, bulge in his pants rising. I swayed gently, clutching the dress around my chest. I turned and wiggled my butt a little to give him a show of my exposed back. I strutted away from him, stepping seductively in my tall heels, and turned slowly back to face him. His breath conveyed his desire- shallow and ragged, affected by my every move. I loved having him in this state. Nothing turned me on than the look on his face when my teasing gave way to indulgence- that moment when I gave him exactly what he wanted.
"Want more?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"Uh-huh!" he said, and began to rise from the bed.
"Ah ah ah," I scolded, playfully pushing him back down with one hand while I held my dress up with the other.
As slowly as I could (because fighting my own desire was almost as hard as fighting his), I let the dress slip down over my breasts in my lacey black bra, down past my pale stomach, over my hips in my little black panties, down over my round butt, thighs, knees. I finally let it drop to the floor and stepped (in my black heels) delicately out.
I pushed him down on the bed and jumped on top of him, straddling his hips and kissing him and giggling. He kissed back, wild with desire, his hands running all over my body, holding me close. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, he held me tight and rolled me over, pinning my hands on either side of my head and straddling one of my thighs. He kissed me deeply and I moaned, grinding my pussy against his knee. I loved being under him, feeling his weight on top of me, trusting him.
"You look so hot. And you're mine now," he whispered. He kissed my neck, giving me goosebumps all over and making me get wet. I had always been a little self-conscious. I was young, and he was the first boy who had ever seen me in my underwear. He began to kiss his way down my neck and chest, leading to my stomach. It tickled a little, and I squealed and tried to cover my stomach with my arms.
"Baby, no!" I pleaded, smiling sheepishly and blushing.
