Buddy pulled off his shirt and then gently undressed me. I thought he was out to kiss every part of me, every inch of my body, so he could do what he hoped… memorize me. When he was naked beside me, I could feel my blood carrying the heat from my heart through all of my veins. His lips grazed mine. His eyes were closed, and he looked as if he was trying to inhale the very scent of my being.
"We have to be careful," I said, knowing that soon I would lose all restraint.
"I will be," he promised and showed me that he was prepared.
What neither of us was prepared for was the way my body tightened as I accepted him. I saw the confusion in his eyes as the softness left my shoulders, my breasts, and my stomach.
"You're harder than I am," he muttered.
I had no explanation. I wasn't sure this wasn't what happened with every woman as she began to make love. It didn't matter to him. He wanted me as much as, if not more than, he had when he began.
