She couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at him as she pulled back enough to reach between them and remove his pants the rest of the way. It wasn’t hard for her to realize that he was nervous, so when she straightened up, she took his shaking hands in hers, squeezing gently. “Relax,” she whispered against his lips, softly pressing her own to his, a stark contrast to their earlier frenzied movements. “It’s okay. Just touch me.” She placed his hands on her waist before moving her own back to unclip her bra, letting the straps fall before pulling the flimsy, lacy garment off and tossing it away. Her skin flushed slightly at the thought of being mostly naked in front of him for the first time before leaning up and pressing her lips to his once again, pushing her constantly underlying insecurities to the side enough to focus on running her own hands over his warm skin, down his abs and to his boxers, moving her hand over the front, squeezing gently, purring against his lips.
He had been too busy checking her out to smile, but her soft laugh had him laughing, too. It was just a chuckle but it helped him do exactly as she requested. He relaxed a little, sort of, but the underlying tension wasn’t based on nerves. It was based on the fact he was so turned on he couldn’t see straight.
The tension, that feeling, tightened when he felt her skin get warm under his hands and when she squeezed him with only his underwear between his hardened length and her warm hand. There was nothing to describe the breath he let out, along with an almost-choked sound that cut off when his abs clenched together. He shook his head.
“I’m not nervous,” he said as he brushed his fingers over the fine ridges of her ribs on their way to her pants. His eyes found her face and his hips rolled against her hand, looking for friction that was incredible but not enough. He had no idea how he could get her pants off when he’d been unable to manage his own–but he did. If he’d been rock hard before, he was harder than rock as only a few technicalities separated them. He could barely make coherent sentences (and he was a writer by trade.)
“I just want you so bad.” He hummed as he pressed against her, then he kissed her mouth again, letting that fire overtake what he was doing. “You’re incredible. You know that. Trust me?”










