"Fine." Her expression changed from uncertain, to determined. She used her grip on my shirt to pull me back toward her. I guess that she wasn't scared after all. She was unexpectedly aggressive as she pressed her ripe body against me. Her hands tugged my shirt out of my waistband, and her small hands ran wild over my heated skin. Everywhere her fingers touched, my skin burst into flames. She tried unsuccessfully to tug the shirt over my head. "Too many clothes," she complained.
I dragged my shirt off, and then I returned to her. My heart was racing fast, but I reminded myself to go slow. If I did nothing else right in my life, I was going to make sure that making love with me was the most pleasurable experience in her life. I stripped off her shirt, and thoroughly enjoyed the si
