Ian
She whispered something unintelligible into my ear and I silenced her with my lips. I crushed my lips onto hers and she shivered. We lay together for ages until she pulled away, panting for breath. All I could think was I love you, I want you. I started kissing her neck and then moved onto her shirt buttons, never breaking apart. She froze.
"Um... I'm sorry baby, if you're not ready. Yet, then..." I murmured starting to blush and for once she was the one making me blush. She gripped me tighter, using all of her strength. She kissed me again, but this time I was the one to pull away.
"Baby, you don't have to. Don't feel as if I'm... uh." I struggled, how do I put this, I thought.
"Being pushed? Forced? Ian I know you're not making me do this, but I... I want to do this," Seeing the unconvinced look on my face and in my eyes, she started again. "I do Ian, I really do want to." She pressed her lips to mine, and moved them in rhythm with mine. I felt her hands search for the hem of my shirt, and she pulled it over my head, pulling apart for only a second. I grabbed it and flung it towards the wall, where it hit it and fell to the floor with a thump. I started on hers.
