We lay on the bed, bodies entwined, still fully dressed. Ours lips crashing into each other, tongues hungry, searching each other passionately. His hands roam to the edge of my T shirt, crawling upwards he reaches up under the hem and his hand disappears. Up it rises, his body pressing down on top of me, his leg over mine and my arm pinned under him. Fingers pinching through the fabric of my bra, probing twisting each nipple in turn as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. My own hand, free of him reaches for his jeans, rubbing at the hard fabric as he thrusts against my leg. .....