"Esong," she whispered.
"Not now, not tonight." he thought. If she started thinking straight for even one second he would lose his mind.
"Just kiss me," he murmured against her lips. If she was kissing him, she would not be thinking. His tongue delved into her mouth again, and his hand that was on her breast squeezed gently. He did not want to squeeze too hard, afraid that he could cause her pain. As he felt it's weight in his hand and committed it to memory, he pushed the upper part of her bra lower and his hands finally grazed over her nipple.
She moaned into his mouth and her breathing became faster, his heart pounded because her reaction excited him, he became bolder and he squeezed the nipple.
