His lips were pressed against hers: just a gentle touch, tender but simply giving the impression that he would stop if she wanted him to.
She sensed this and ached for him to go on, deciding to push harder in her touch and opening her mouth slightly, letting her tongue wonder the unfamiliar surroundings of his wet, sweet mouth; whilst feeling his arms wrap around her waist gingerly but limpy, unsure still.
She reasurred him by slowly putting her arms around him, ruffling his hair through her fingers, slightly massaging his shoulders, or touching his neck and cheek; her hands left a delicate tingle and the best part was that she wouldn't keep them in one place.
His courage increased for him to push the pressure of his tongue and now and again, nibble her lower lip; relieved whenever he heard her sighing with pleasure.
Before long, he started groaning and pushing her against a wall, but gently, so not to hurt her.
Suddenly he stopped and looked at her, same did she. It was obvious in their eyes of the longing and waiting of this moment. He said,
"..Are you sure you want me?"" She smiled sweetly, wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him, also unbuttoning his black shirt, one by one. Making it slow, teasing his patience.
He wouldn't dare help her, letting the tickle of her fingertips fumble with the buttons.
If he had waited for her for this long, he could wait a little longer.