He was touching her boobs too much. He was sure he was touching her boobs too much and was even more convinced of this when she started moving his hand away, even amid her reassurances that he was doing alright. The unreal softness of her skin soothed his pride, however, as his hand glided over her stomach and then . . . was she . . . did she mean to . . . A deep seated groan rose out of his belly and Reuben curled his fingers against the soft, hidden flesh that she'd brought him to. He squeezed gently, pressed down, and eased his fingers against her, so astonished at the glorious newness of this that he didn't realize what Whitley was doing until she was already in his pants.

"Oh! Oh sh--, sh--, oh Whit, oh Merlin . . ." Reuben's eyes were tight shut, practically wincing, and his hand in her knickers was held tight against her flesh. He cradled her shoulders closer to him so that his breath spread out hot against her scalp, heavy with panting. At her instruction, Reuben wasted no time in releasing her so that he could strip off his boxers. They were off the edge of the bed soon enough and Reuben moved to pull off Whitley's knickers next, anxious. He fumbled a bit, but managed to get them over her feet and sat back on his heels, naked on the bed, just looking at her for a couple of beats of time.

Finally, pulling himself together, Reuben crawled back up to lie beside her, her knickers still clenched in his fist as he slid that arm behind her head. And then he kissed her. It seemed like the right thing to do then, and gave him opportunity to start touching her again as they kissed. Reuben shuddered with excitement, his brain a fog of lust and nervous ideas of what he was supposed to do to get this right. He worked a knee in between her legs as he rolled up, partly on top of her, and sucked a spot on her neck that intrigued him.

"Am I squashing you?" he mumbled, even as he moved himself further onto her. The pressure of her body beneath his just felt so amazing that he couldn't help but keep going.