Before I knew it, we were making out. It was warm and peaceful and I just couldn’t have enough of her. She pulled me into herself, grinding her hips against my erection, taking the breath out of me, dancing with her lips and tongue on mine. I held her by her lower back and pushed her against me hard. She gasped.
“I love you,” she whispered in between deep kisses.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
She pushed me down on my bed and set to work undoing my belt. She ripped it from my pants, slid my pants down, and took out my hard penis from my underwear, feeling it throb and grow in the comfort of her soft hands.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said, grinding my teeth to stifle my voice.
“But,” she said, licking her lips. “I want to…”