He couldn't hold it together. His fingers, which held her tightly, involuntarily started to caress her waist.
Her body shivered for a moment, just like that night four years ago. He slowly stroked her neck with his fingers.
His train of thought was interrupted by her reaction. He couldn't tell if he was really dreaming or if this was real. He just knew that this gentle touch couldn't satisfy him. He needed more.
As that thought crossed his mind, his hand ran up her shirt and reached her breasts.
It seemed like she was fighting back, but then again, maybe not. His mind was so filled with the urge to have her that he couldn't think about anything else. He followed his urges and let his hands explore under her shirt.
