The passion accumulated in nearly one hundred days of abstaining from acting on it had brought us to this moment. Everything seemed heightened in difference from the way he would kiss me to the way he would hold me. His lips were tender and passionate, parting long enough to share my breath, but also stealing mine in return, whereas his hands were careful to outline my hips while pulling me against him with the perfect amount of force to feel his want for me; both in the form of an erection and the way he would reserve his more carnal desires for that of a later hour. As I expected to be thrown onto the bed and removed of my clothes in a matter of seconds while my fleeting virtue being taken by his ownership, I was kept in this hold as he took time in this kiss as I would be the one to opt
