“Ashley,” she pauses, “I want this. I want to be with you, but I just keep thinking that I don’t know what I’m doing and what if I can’t -”

I stop her with a kiss. I don’t need to hear anymore. She resist for only a second before letting herself get lost in us again. I let my tongue brush against her bottom lip. It’s a silent question that she eagerly answers. She lets my tongue slip past her lips and I’m amazed at how good this feels. How right it feels, and God she tastes incredible. It’s something that I can’t even begin to describe…it’s just her. I place a hand behind her back and the other behind her head. I slowly lower her down to the bed and she gives no resistance. I move my hand from her back in order to prop myself up. She is relaxing and growing bolder. Her tongue glides against mine now, and her hands move too. One to my back and the other tangles in my hair. I relax a little more too. Letting my instincts take over. The hand not propping me up glides over her clothed breast and she gasps quietly. Her nipples are hard already and this realization sends a shock to my sex. I straddle her slim hips and sit up slightly. I pull my lips from hers and I laugh as I hear her groan at the loss of contact. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. Her eyes widen slightly, and I smile at her. We have seen each other half naked whilst changing before, but this feels different. I think that she feels that too. Her hands move from where they have fallen at her sides and they begin to trace the muscles of my abdomen. She is barely touching me, but it feels so good. Her fingernails begin to rake over my stomach and I let out a low groan. She sits up suddenly and pulls her shirt off as well. She stays leaning up on her elbows, and our eyes meet.

“I trust you Ash,” she whispers, “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do know that I trust you.”