She stumbled giggling into the door as he pushed it open in front of her. She slipped her shoes off in the hallway while he closed the door behind them. She felt his arms encircle her waist and his body pressed against her from behind. His teeth sank gently into the tender flesh of her neck. She gasped loudly as he began slowly sucking, his hot moist breath on her skin. His hands slid up her belly and grasped her nipples tightly. She emitted another loud gasp followed by a whimper as he twisted them. She felt the mouth on her neck contort into a smile and his body pressed more desperately against her.

She ached for him and was disappointed as he pulled away, slipping his shoes off. Her disappointment was short-lived. He turned her around and pulled her close against him. She felt his excitement pressing hard against her thigh. She blushed and turned her face away. He forced her to look into his eyes. His nosed touched hers, his lips so close she could almost feel them pressed to hers. She wanted him to press them hard against hers, but as usual he denied her the pleasure.

How their friendship had gone so quickly from joking pinches to loving caresses was beyond her understanding. She was scared, excited, shy, and consumed by passion. She tried to push everything out of her mind. As she fell backwards onto the bed with his body on top of hers, she thought of nothing but right then.

His hands held her waist and he quickly flipped her over. She was now sitting on his growing erection. He growled deep in his throat and pulled her gently up so that she sat on his stomach. He pulled her down closer so that their lips nearly touched again and her chest pressed against his. Her breathing quickened and she felt her body betraying her, pressing harder against his stomach. He slid his hands up her sides and under the back of her sweater. He skillfully unhooked her bra, freeing her heavy breasts. She sat up and her sweater and bra made a quick exit to the floor. She ran her hands up his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. After the first few buttons were undone, she began leaving a trail of kisses down his skin as the other buttons followed. She slid her tongue along his waistband as she pulled the shirt loose. He groaned and pulled her face to his. He held her face in his hands and again she tried to will him to kiss her. The idea to kiss him first never crossed her mind. Instead he ran his thumb slowly down the bridge of her nose and across her cheek. He brushed the hair from her face and pulled her close, planting a kiss softly on her nose. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes.

She soon found herself on her back, his hand sliding up her thigh and squeezing her sex roughly. She arched her back and kept her eyes closed. She was afraid that if she opened them that this would all disappear. His fingers slid beneath her cotton panties and she moaned. His fingers found their way between the folds of her sex and she flinched, embarrassed by the growing dampness there. She willed herself to relax and enjoy the touch. His hands found her pleasure spots as if he had caressed her a million times before. Her body reacted to his touch readily, again betraying her. He used his free hand to manipulate her breasts, pulling the nipples and pinching them. He filled his hand with the soft flesh, squeezing and pulling it as he pleased.

He began using his fingers to enter her, amazed by how wet she was. She felt herself melting into his touch and she wanted nothing more than to have him take her right then. He leaned over her face and she opened her eyes and looked deeply into his. She whimpered as he leaned closer to her face, his sweet breath on her skin. He asked her what she wanted him to do to her. She closed her eyes again, weighing the question in her mind as he continued to stroke her nether region. She kept her eyes tightly closed and whispered to him.

"I don't know, but if you don't kiss me, I think I might die."

He needed no other invitation and his mouth touched hers, his tongue slipping between her lips. The warm wetness of his tongue as it slid along hers was the most intense feeling she had ever had. Everything else faded into the distance and she concentrated on that kiss. She thought that if she felt nothing else in her life that she would be happy forever. She knew that this was something she wanted to repeat over and over again. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever. When he pulled away she opened her eyes again and looked into his. She knew that this was the beginning of something more powerful than anything she would ever feel again, and she was pleased.