“Wait…you want to do…that?” Matthew’s face turned red, looking down at his girlfriend in surprise.
“Y…yes…” Genevieve embarrassingly squeaked. “I’ve never…um…”
“Made out?”
She bobbed her head silently, her face also red. “I…haven’t been thinking the purest things, lately.”
“I suppose it comes with the territory…” He chuckled. “But let’s just say, I’m not too innocent, myself…” As he says this, he tilted her head up to him; giving her a mischievous smile.
The red on her face deepened in hue. Looking down at her lips with an underlying desire, Matthew looked back into her eyes.
Leaning down next to her ear, he whispered, “Is this what you want?”
Tucking her hands in betwixt her legs out of sheer nervousness, she returned her answer.
“Mhm…”
Without a second thought, Matthew put his lips on hers; Genevieve letting out an inward gasp.
The kisses started out light and feathery, enough to ease her into the rhythm; each collision becoming slower and deeper.
Until eventually, Genevieve felt the warm sensation of his gentle, rough tongue tracing her inner lips. This made her flinch, squirming against the hands that she tucked between her.