My heart is racing so fast I can almost feel it beating out of my chest. Every time I shut my eyes all I can hear is my heart banging in anticipation of what I am going to do next and what your reaction will be.
Reaching across, I put my hand on your hip and slowly start to draw circles in the cloth of your pajamas, big thick pink pajamas that you have to keep out the cold. My heart is racing, bang, bang in my chest. I was half expecting you to brush away my hand but you do not react. I trace the same circles on the smooth round arc of your bottom and down your leg, as I move my hand back up I trace the seam that runs up your inner thigh until I feel the warmth between your legs. You move slightly, lifting, allowing me to touch you. With my hand between your legs I can feel you, how hot you are and the dampness that has soaked through the material. I slowly trace a finger across, feeling you swell as you push down slightly to increase the pressure of my hand. I start to finger you through the material, your warm slit, wet and swollen, waiting to be entered.
Rolling over, you face me. I move my hand and slide it up your belly and cup your breast as we kiss hard for the first time, your pert breasts topped by hard stiff nipples that I run over with my hand springing back when the pressure is released. My hands reach around the back of your neck now as I pull you closer, running my fingers through you hair, biting your throat and neck as you tip back your head to allow me to kiss and bite you. As I do, I make a fist and grab a handful of hair, pulling your head back to expose you further.
Fumbling with the buttons on your top, I eventually undo them to reveal your naked chest, two perfect mounds which I kiss. I make sure your nipple is wet before blowing across, watching the skin pucker in the cold air. Your hands at the back of my neck pull me to you so you can kiss me hard.
Your thighs part as I my hand reaches down into your pajamas and once again I can feel how wet you are as I finger effortlessly into you. Putting my fingers on your lips, you take them in your mouth and slowly suck, tasting yourself.
You are pushing at my boxers trying to get them off. You raise yourself off the bed slightly as I pull down your pajamas, your legs rising to kick them off and to the floor. You lift one leg a bit, bending at the knee. My hands work on you, sliding fingers inside you; when light pressure from my fingertips makes you wriggle and exhale, I know I have found something that you like.