As we kissed, his hands roamed my body, touching everywhere he could reach. He stroked the column of my neck before cupping my breast through the material and gripped my butt tightly. I let out a low moan. I was surprised at the sound that came out of my mouth. His fingertips traveled over my stomach, then slipped beneath my waistband to the edge of my underwear. I held my breath.
My hands was lost in his hair. I could feel the evidence of his desire rubbing against my stomach. I had fantasized so much about him and it was finally happening.
"What do you want, Iris?" he whispered hoarsely. "Tell me." One finger teased the edge of my underwear. I was trembling with need.
"I want you to touch me," I whispered, nudging him away before she lost control. "And then I want you to make love to me." I let him push me back until I was lying flat on the bed. A smirk played across his lips.
"You will get exactly what you want."
"Y-yes" I couldn't help but whisper.
