"Stop." She whispered, as he kissed up and down her neck in a fine frenzy of passion. She tired to muffle her moans, with anger.
"Why?" He asked, his hands ripping her dripping wet White V-neck down the V. She gasped, her hot pink bra completely revealed (she had borrowed it from her best friend).
"Stop, please, stop." She said, louder, as his rough, but gentle hands, were about to make her bra pop off.
Their eyes met. His brown eyes were blood shot. Her blue eyes were eager, and wide open.
"What am I fighting this for? Remind me."
She struggled to come up with an answer.
"Why can't this happen? Why can't I…?" He trailed off, glancing at the rest of her perfect body.
She was in a hot hot hot pink bra, and black undies- lacy black undies. Her short shorts were discarded some where on the hotel floor. Her shirt was shredded- now, also some where along the floor.
"Just…don't. Don't take this from me."
"Take what?"
"My"-
"You're a virgin?"
"What? No. Are you?"
"No! I have a lot of experience, in that area, thank you very much."
"I was going to say that you shouldn't take my pride away. But now I think you'd just take my- my"- She looked down, her hands shaking in front of her, and him-"You'd take my ability to compartmentalize you."
"That's a good thing."
"No. It's not." Her eyes snapped back to his, infuriated, and a shade darker.