Also from the "Sex Scenes - Out" folder... not sure what he was promising, but it was probably up to no good.
He promised, kicking off his clothes and pulling her's off while he was up. She covered herself, just slightly with her thin arms, then focused on him.
She peeled up the hem of his shirt and he let it come up over his head.
He undressed her, first with his eyes and then with his hands. The sweater coming quickly and without hesitation, but she stopped him when he pulled on her tank top. She unbuckled his belt, instead, his hands relegated to her hips, his mouth on her ear and then just below it. He liked the urgency, the quickness in her movements when she had him down to just his shorts, letting him step out of his jeans. He again started to peel at the hem of her tank top, this time she let him slip his hands up her side. He felt the hesitation, a hitch in her breath and the twist of her jaw away from him as he let his fingers wander over her right breast.
She wasn't breathing, her body tried to gasp, her chest heaving against the blockage in her throat. He froze, "Are you okay?" He pulled his hands out, letting them settle on her hips, pulling her toward him when he sat down on the bed.
"Yeah." A two inch voice stuttered through an uneasy inhalation.
"Hey, it's okay." He smiled, holding her face so she had to look at him. "I like the way you look." He tried.
"I don't look like you remember."
"Neither do I, but you didn't run." He added, "Give me some credit, give yourself some credit."