IAN’s POV :
We were making out and things were getting hot and heavy. She was sprawled on my bed, her arms were linked around my neck, and hands were all over her body. Our tongues were tangled, dancing back and forth with each other as we kissed.
Suddenly, her hands reached for the hem of my shirt and she lifted it up in one swift move. Her eyes widened as they roamed my body, and I let her be for a while. Putting both hands on my chest, Emma then pushed me back on the bed and she climbed on top of me.
By the way she was moving, sometimes I forgot that she was only a high school student. Or that she only just started having s*x recently.
I would probably go to hell for this, but this felt too right to be wrong. I was never one to follow the rules, which was why art was a
