The slightly sharp pull of my hair sends a little thrill down my spine and I moan quietly against her mouth. That was -- that wan't exactly a voluntary reaction but she doesn't seem put off and she definitely doesn't feel put off either. So, I don't say anything, don't apologize and sink a little further down, pressed more flush against her.

I'm still careful not to let the entirety of my weight rest against her but she's so soft and beautiful that I have to remind myself to not just let go entirely. The sofa is sofa and has some give but I'm aware of my size and how much smaller she is than me.

I've made it down to her collarbones when she says my name. I nose against her shirt, press a kiss against the underside of her chin before I shift enough that I can see her eyes again. One of my thumbs is stroking against her hip, just barely brushing beneath her shirt every so often.

"Yes?" I ask, licking my lips and reveling in how I can still feel her skin there. The thought brings a stain of pink to my cheeks and I almost look away shyly. "Is everything all right?"