I could feel him pressing against me through his pants. It made me blush and I started to wonder where this was going to go. I wanted it to go somewhere, I just wasn't sure if I would be able to stop him, or if I'd even want to when it got to that point.

I slowly broke the kiss, trying to reach down and tug on his shirt to take it off. He sat up slightly and pulled it off quickly. I was in shock at how much more gorgeous he looked without a shirt, though I'd already seen it several times. I wondered if I'd ever stop being dazzled by the very sight of him.

His pale, smooth chest felt soft under my touch. I ran my hand down his torso, stopping at the top of his pants. I felt him twitch beneath me and blushed again. He smiled mischievously and slid his hands down my shoulders and back to the hem of my shirt. I sat up slightly and allowed him to pull it off. He did it painfully slow.

He looked at my now exposed upper body reverently, in awe. His hand came up to lightly trace the side of my neck, following my collarbone, sliding his finger down to the valley between my breasts. His touch gave me tingles, and I shivered in response. He smiled at my reaction and reached around to unhook my bra. He looked at me, as if asking my permission. I paused quickly, but nodded for him to continue.

The bra was off in one swift motion. He had only used one hand!

"Are you sure you don't have experience in this department, Mr. One-hand?" I asked incredulously.
"Absolutely none at all. Guess I'm just a natural." he said flashing that crooked grin and a wink before he slid the straps of my bra down my arms.

I lifted my arms so that he could take it off completely. He looked shocked, and happily so. He slid his hands to where I had longed for them to be all weekend. He groped me carefully, reveling in the feel. His hands sent electric shocks though my body. I felt myself leaning more into his hands, begging for more of his delicate and amazing touch.