Even as she pulled his face closer to hers, he was still moving too slowly.

She sat up just enough to meet him in the middle. She kept her eyes open, watching his reaction, as their lips just barely touched.

Earlier, she had been enchanted by his fun-loving smile, but now the look on his face drew her in further. She liked that he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but also seemed totally present. So genuine.

As her mouth opened, and their lips continued to touch, she realized that it was less of a kiss and more of an exploration of what it felt like to touch each other in this new way.

She felt completely lost in the moment.

When their tongues first touched, she felt like she wanted more. Leaning back, she pulled him with her to lay back on the bed.

Their tongues caressed each other more fervently, and she opened her mouth wider, wanting more of him. More touching. More feeling.

He seemed lost in the sensations, and all she could think was: More.

She began to move her leg, to open herself up, and he lifted himself up giving her room. When she wrapped herself around him, he positioned himself on top of her.

She loved how seamless the transition felt. She had thought more, and now she was getting more of him.

He wrapped one hand around the back of her head, holding her face to his.

Once she used her legs to raise her hips up, she felt his hardening cock for the first time, and her hips immediately grinded against him, her breathing increased, and she reached her hand to grab his ass, and pushed their hips together more forcefully.

His own moan seemed to break his concentration. He looked at her, stopping their kiss, and started to pull away from her.

Gently moving her leg from around him, he sat on the edge of the bed, and took a deep breath, as if gathering his senses.