His hands moved to the buttons of my shirt. His hands rubbed against my skin roughly as they fought with the buttons. The buttons gave in or perhaps they lost completely as I felt him snap a few off.
We kissed our way to the couch and sunk into it as his hands busied themselves with stripping me of all my clothes with great movements and touches that had me moaning into his kiss. He had to be the best kisser.
I must sound like someone who has done a lot of kissing but the trust was he was my first and I could not help but feel amazed by how he could make me melt by the actions of his lips and tongue as they captured and dominated my mouth.
I wanted to touch his body too and he let me unbutton his shirt but my hands failed me as they shook. I tried multiple times and when I could not, he pulled away from me and began unbuttoning his shirt.
