He reached beneath her chin and held her face there, looking up at him. Her heart was racing by this point. He was so unlike the boys her age. Instead, he was taking his ti, appreciating every mont of what he was doing - appreciating her.
He didn’t just rush at it like a bull in a china shop, and by doing so he seed to be able to build her anticipation.
As he leaned down to kiss her she could barely believe that it was happening - but she knew that she wanted it.
He kissed her slowly, tenderly. His lips brushed over hers, moved till they found where they wanted to be, where they wanted to latch onto hers, and then she felt the push of his tongue as it went past her parted lips, toward her own tongue which pushed against his.
There was a slow-burning passion to his kiss. He still had one of his hands on her chin and was stroking her skin with his thumb. His other hand went to her waist and took hold of her.
She reached up with her hands. One of them went to his face and felt the rough scratch of his stubble. Her other hand went to the front of his body and rested on his chest for a few monts. His hand on her chin slid around to her cheek, just as her hand was on his cheek. He caressed her face and she felt the kiss begin to intensify even further.
His hand on her waist seed to guide her backward. She felt the kitchen table behind her, pushing into her back. There was nowhere else for her to go now. She was as far back as she could go. She pushed back against him and their bodies ca together.
She had thought that he looked as though he was in good shape, but now she could feel the muscles of his body against her own soft body.
She felt the way that his muscles worked as he moved his body against her.
Then he stepped away from her. His hands went to her hands again. He held both of them as he smiled at her, and then he gave them a squeeze. She smiled back at him. She felt sohow shy under his gaze like this.
She turned her eyes away from his and then turned back, her eyelashes fluttering. She bit her bottom lip.
This felt so different from all of the other tis. All those tis when sothing had made her back off - now there was no question of backing off.
They both wanted this now. All of those tis before when there had been that voice in her head that had made her stop what she was doing when she would miss out on that thing that she was so eager to know about - but now she felt all of her old inhibitions slip away and she felt a kind of freedom, a kind of exhilaration as she rushed headlong into the unknown.
There was an elent of fear but that only seed to add to her heightened sensations, to the excitent.
"Co on," he said to her, "let’s take this through to the front room, shall we?"
She nodded to him. He led her through to the other room. Amongst all the clutter, there was a large couch. He led her over to that.
He sat down on it and pulled her down so that she was sitting on his lap. She felt the bulge of his cock pushing at her ass and she shifted herself against it, wanting to feel it rubbing against her.
Then she turned and put her arms around his shoulders. He pushed her hair back behind her ear and then she leaned in to kiss him. He put his arms around her waist as they began to kiss.
It felt wonderful to be held like this, it made her feel as though she was his - all his - and that he would know just how to treat her.
Their kisses were slow and sensual. It felt as though they were exploring one another, getting to know one another.
One of his hands left her waist and went up to her face, stroking her soft skin.
Then his hand went down to her shoulder. He caressed it gently and then he pushed the thin strap of her dress down, exposing her shoulder completely. He broke off their kiss and bent down to kiss her bare skin.
He kissed it slowly. She felt his breath on her skin and it made her shiver slightly. His kisses moved to the side of her throat. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to one side so that he could move his kisses up and down her throat however he pleased.
She sighed happily, filled with a sense of contentnt at her place there, at what was happening.
She felt his hand that had been on her shoulder move back down to her waist. Then it moved further down, down to her thigh. The hand slid further down then, reaching her knee. He left his hand there for a while, stroking her knee. Then his hand began to slide further up beneath her dress. She felt his hand stroking her thigh.
The intensity of his kisses began to build and she felt him grip her thigh, holding onto her as he kissed her.
His hand rested on the upper part of her thigh for a while and then she felt it begin to move further up - slowly, slowly.
She felt the tips of his fingers push beneath her panties on the highest part of her legs. On any previous occasion, sothing such as this might have made her tense up, beco filled with doubts, and tell him to stop.
But now the teasing touch of his fingertips, touching her in a place where no man had ever touched her before, a secret place that had remained hidden but from which he would not be denied, only served to turn her on even more.
She felt frustrated with the way that she was sitting on his lap, having to turn her body like this to kiss him. She wanted to find so other, more efficient, way to do this. She wanted him - wanted all of him.
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