She felt dizzy as they kissed and she thought her knees might give out underneath her, but then his strong arms were around her again and she was melting into his embrace.
She tightened her hold on him, gripping his biceps and opening her mouth against his. He made a small sound, something like a whimper and eagerly slipped his tongue past her lips.
He was unsure at first, letting her set the pace as she slid her tongue along his, but he caught on quickly, kissing back hungrily and grunting softly as she moved her hands to his hair.
She tugged gently on his hair, pulling his face further into hers and softly stroking his scalp. He walked her backwards, gingerly sitting at the edge of the bed and she eagerly crawled into his lap as they kissed.
She let herself get lost in him, momentarily distracted by the sounds of their lips smacking together, panting breaths, and fingers sifting through hair.
Suddenly, her back was pressed against the mattress and she broke contact long enough to look up at him leaning over her, a scared expression on his face. "What are we doing?" She whispered.
"I don't know," he whispered back, trailing a hand longingly down her check. He pulled back slightly, rolling over so she could sit up, and she gripped his vest in both fists.
"I didn't say stop," she breathed, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"O-oh," he stuttered, visibly nervous as he gazed back at her. He swallowed thickly.
"Are you okay?" She asked, gently smoothing his hair back away from his face.
"Mmmhmm." He nodded. "Are you?"
"Yeah," she breathed. "Keep kissing?"
"Hmmm," he hummed again, pressing his lips to hers.
She felt butterflies fluttering nervously in her stomach at the excitement of having his body so close against hers.
He was kissing her thoroughly, and she could feel the heat radiating off his skin as she touched his face and neck.
The hem of her shirt was wrapped around his fidgeting fingers and it occurred to her that he didn't know what to do with his hands as their kisses escalated.
She arched her back, figuring she would make this easy for him and the heels of his hands grazed bare skin.
For a second, he was like a deer caught in headlights, but then he pushed her shirt up slightly, resting his hand comfortably on her tummy as he lowered his mouth down her neck.
A shiver ran through her at the brush of his scruff under her chin and a slight giggle escaped her throat.
"Ticklish?" He asked, his breath on her skin causing another shudder to run through her.
"A little," she admitted, leaning her head back to give him better access.
He took the hint, lightly nibbling her sensitive flesh, and then he was the predator and she was the prey and she was eager to submit as he sucked her slender neck.
"Mmmm, don't stop," she moaned softly, eyes closed.
"You say that an' I hear keep goin," he murmured huskily into her ear.
She nodded her consent, eyes still closed as he kissed down her throat, nipping at her collar bones. "Hay," he whispered breathily.
She opened her eyes to see him gazing intently at her, biting nervously at his lower lip. "C-can I feel under ya blouse?"
She nodded again, not trusting herself to speak and he slowly and unsurely worked his hands up her stomach and over her ribs, his fingers tentatively slipping into her bra for a moment until he impatiently pushed it out of the way, taking her breasts into his hands.
She sighed softly as he worked her sensitive peaks, his hands strong and firm as he cupped and squeezed, thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples.
"Damn," he whispered loudly. "Does that….. that feel good?"
"Oh yeah," she breathed, shifting to give him a better handful.
He smiled into her neck, kissing her softly as his hands grew more confident on her body. By the time he pulled his hands out from under her top, she found herself wishing that he wouldn't stop. She knew it was a dangerous thing to hope for.