“Tresh” Amaya called him, panicking. The kiss had become more intense than she imagined. They were both breathless, her underwear was now damp and she could feel his erect manhood pressing against her thighs.
“Mmh?” he responded, his head still buried on her neck each kiss making her heart flutter.
“I..I need to tell you something” she said softly, unsure of herself.
“Okay” he said stopping and getting off her. He was certain that she had changed her mind. “There’s no pressure, Amaya. Whenever you are ready” he said. He wanted her to give herself to him freely without pressure.
“That’s not… I want to” she hesitated.
Tresh raised his eyebrows, he had not expected that at all “But?”
“I am not as experienced as the women you are used to” she said softly, self conscious and ashamed.
