Jennifer could hardly breathe as she felt his breath against her neck. One arm wrapped around her waist, another strong arm homed in on the other side. She felt him press in from behind her, his arms drawing her closer as he nuzzled her neck. He took a long deep breath, his nose brushing her hair as he inhaled her. She felt a wave of self-consciousness then as his hand slip up her waist and cupped her breast softly. He exhaled a long low, contented sigh.

She let go of her worries and leaned backwards against him, the bulge in his jeans pressing against her arse. Leaning backwards into him she could smell his scent, feel the warmth radiated from his body. Slipping towards him was much the same as slipping into a warm bath.

He squeezed her breast and her hand pressed even harder onto his, she wanted more. He stopped for a moment and she could almost feel the grin as he squeezed harder, she felt her face go crimson. Her hand gently directing him as he caressed her body. His other hand slipped down her waist and onto her leg, then to her backside where he gave a small, delicate squeeze.

She gave a slow, shaky breath. His timing was perfect as he squeezed in unison, ripples of pleasure flowing into her body from several points at once. She felt her legs give way and felt herself fall deeper into his arms as he lifted her effortlessly. Placing her onto their bed.

Our bed.

Just the though was enough for her to relinquish control and allow his soft hands to assail her sensitive body. She opened her eyes slowly, the deep mossy green reflected in his own eyes. A look passed between them that transcended any physical gesture she could ever imagine, the moment was so delicate that the slightest movement could have shattered it. So beautiful that it brought tears to her eyes.

He gently pressed his lips to hers. A kiss she knew she would never forget for the rest of her life. His hands went to her clothing, slowly peeling off every layer. Exposing more and more of her. Yet as he did so he disarmed her with the same, passion filled look. Not of lust. But pure love. As he exposed her flesh he also exposed the very fibre of her being, like layers of her heart were being stripped away. His look told her he could see her. Not the flesh, nor the nervously crimson face that watched him tentatively. But the very girl that he loved, that loved him more than anything.

His hands when to the mouth of his shirt but she stopped him. Her hands removing his as she stripped him. Repaying his passionate moment with one of her own. Her hands roved his chest and she pressed her head against him.

She smiled.

She could hear it. His heart beating.

Their heart beating.

Passion overtook. Lust ensuing as he pressed her back down onto the bed, his lips against hers as his hand pressed against her chest. Feeling her own heart pounding as strongly as his own. Then slowly he slipped his hand down the valley of her breasts and onto her stomach. Then lower...

Her hands explored as well, the twitching muscle of his arms. Right down to the bulge that pressed against his boxers, his quivering cock throbbed against her palm as she slowly tugged them off. Exposing his manhood to her bare hand.

He was warm. His hands had already slipped into her panties, gently pressing against her. Spreading her slightly as he ran his fingers along her pussy. She wrapped a hand around his cock, massaging him into submission as he gave a long low moan into her ear.

His finger slipped into her and she gave a long mew of pleasure. She started to pump his cock with a reinforced enthusiasm and he gave a moan to match hers.

"Two can play at that game." He said into her ear, thrusting into her hand a couple of times before pulling out of her grip. His cock brushed her leg and she could do nothing but lay back and wait as he sank into her gently.

Their warmth joined together and for several seconds she could do nothing more than grip the bed beneath her as her entire body convulsed with wonderful spasms of pleasure. He was inside her. They were one.

She felt it inside her, ever details she'd traced with her hand she could now feel pressing against her insides. Stretching her. She felt the walls of her pussy tighten and he slowly started to thrust as he suckled on her tits. Her hands caressed his back, spurring him on. She kissed his cheek tenderly as they started slow, taking their time. Wanting every moment to last an eternity.

She didn't want it to end. But as he sped up and she felt the pleasure grow more and more intense she knew it had to. He placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her against him as he fell into a concentrated if slightly lust filled fit of passionate thrusting. She felt it, felt his seed throbbing through his cock as he buried himself as deep as he could into her. She felt ever wave as it painted her insides, the crescendo of pleasure assailing them both as they could do nothing more than press against one another and wait for the unending moment of love, to end.

He collapsed beside her and she pulled him closer as he tried to pull out.

"Not yet." She said, kissing him deeply. "Not yet."