His hands spread around me, wide and strong, one near my waist, the other steady at the back of my neck. And then he is kissing me again, more fiercely, with much more passion.

Needy, I think. Is the correct word for it. Quite needy.

I do not mind.

I do not mind at all.

My own hands move to his hips, gripping lightly, cautiously, making sure this is a touch that I desired, that is not unwanted. But I... enjoy the feel of his hips, all sharp bones and lean muscle...

And then I realize how intimate a touch this is, something reserved for... well, for lovers. And my face goes so hot. So hot I feel I must be burning him.

But I... do not want to stop. Not now that we've started.