He held the back of her neck and kissed her softly. But with every second, the kiss was getting more and more intense. She slowly brought a hand up and held his neck. He was pressing against her body and she pressed back, tasting the wine and pie on his tongue. He was moaning softly as his body pressed against hers and she was pressing back. Her heart was racing as she looked at him.
“I want you,” she mumbled against his lips and he pulled away for a second to look at her. He wanted her too. With every fiber of his being, he wanted her. She slipped her hands under his shirt and pulled up his T-shirt before tossing it aside. Her small hands ran down his chest and he reached out to hold her thigh. A small gasp escaped her lips when he began caressing her, slowly pushing her dress higher and higher exposing her flawless thigh. He kissed her softly and began to gently push her down the couch. He got on top of her as he kissed her softly. He pushed his dress even higher and she instinctively wrapped her leg around his waist. As his lips crashed against hers, his other hand was pulling down her dress to expose those perfectly supple breasts. She moaned softly when he pulled away from her lips and began kissing her chin, and then her neck, and then her shoulder. He was slowly getting closer and closer to her breasts and her heart rate was racing with every second. He cupped a feel of her mound and she gasped loudly. He raised his head briefly and looked at her before he took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking on her, hard. She held his head against her breast and threw her head back. Her other breast was getting equal attention from his fingertips and she was moaning softly, her pelvis slowly rubbing against his crotch.
“I want you,” she said again and reached down for his belt buckle. He took her hands and pinned them on the cushion above her head. He was breathing hard and fast as he looked down at her. He was in an impossible situation. He had the most beautiful woman underneath him begging for him to take her. But she was just not ready for that. He knew it. He knew that she was not ready. She had told him that she was socially awkward and that she had never had a relationship. But he wanted her for the long haul. He wanted her to be his and only his. And using her for his satisfaction even though he craved her was not treating her the way she was supposed to.
“I want you too,” he said as he kissed her. “More than you know.”
“I feel a ‘but’ coming.”
“But, tonight is about you.”
She shrugged.
“If it is about me, then fuck me.”
“I don’t just want to fuck you, Macy. I want to make love to you,” he said, running a finger down her arm. “But I don’t need to fuck you to make love.”
His hand was on her breast once more and his other hand was slowly making its way down her body to her core.
“What are you going to do?” she asked just as he pulled her panties aside and sunk a finger into her depths.
“I am going to make love to you,” he whispered as he began moving his finger in and out of her so fast she could hardly keep up.