We kissed like we were dying, like we needed each other to live. Maybe we did. She didn't kiss like an experienced woman. Intellectually I didn't care if she was a virgin. I loved her and wanted her. But the idea that she was untouched and that I would be her teacher and lover turned me on even more. I felt shame but it was buried deep in the back of my chest, behind my lust and longing.
I crushed her to my chest, feeling her soft but firm body melt into mine. Her breasts felt amazing and heat came off of her s*x as she ground against me. Her tongue darted in my mouth, exploring me. She stopped suddenly, breathing hard, leaning into me.
"Please make me feel good. I can't wait any more. I can't. I need you."
I gently picked her up, carrying her in my arms like a husband would across the
