He pushed me back onto my bed, I laughed as I fell down and bounced back up a few times before the springs settled. He placed his muscular arms on either side of my petite frame, and he lowered himself on top of me.
His weight wasn't crushing, since he was able to support himself so well with his arms, the only pressure I felt was the bulge hidden beneath his jeans. I imagined what I'd find down there, but I was quickly cut short.
I felt strong lips collide with mine, slowly sucking and changing positions ever so slightly. The kisses always landed perfectly, my chin never covered in saliva from a miss aim. Then I felt a tongue quickly dart into my mouth, testing the waters. I replied with a light dart back, to give consent. Then his mouth guided mine open and his tongue entered, wresting mine and quickly asserting dominance. Then he moved his lips from mine and nuzzled his face into my neck.
There I felt his lips and tongue at work again, slowly kissing me in a trail down to my collar bone where he stopped and paused.
This was my cue.
I grabbed at the buttons of my shirt, fumbling as I tried to undo them. After a moment of awkwardly struggling, I finally managed to get them off, leaving a thin strip of my torso exposed to the chilling air. He grabbed the shirt and delicately removed my small arms out of the sleeves, and then tossed the shirt off the bed.
Now all I had covering my breasts was a lace bra so thin my nipples were visible in the dim lighting. He looked down at the bra hungrily and reached his hands under me. Now more than ever I felt his pressure and being, his warm body against mine as his struggles to unhook my bra.
"Rip it off" I whispered into his ear.