He’d never done this. He’d seen images, what young man didn’t go on the internet looking at images like this? To have a woman laying beneath him, Katelynn, wet and waiting and so very familiar and lovely to him now. His hands continued to touch her through the material, feeling her grow warmer, wetter, and it only went on to excite him even further.
He nipped a kiss to her hip as his fingers finally hooked with the panties, and pulled them down her legs, and set them aside. Then he kissed further down… further… further… until his lips just grazed against where she was most sensitive. He paused, hesitant, and looked up at her, eyes wide and worry filled. What if she didn’t want him doing this? He hadn’t even asked…
Jack Maple 