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chest, but they weren’t resting there.  Her fingers were curled just enough that he could feel her fingernails through his shirt.  She was tense, but not in a nervous way.
    If he was reading her signals right, he knew what to do.  His hand was already on the back of her head, his fingers entwined in her hair, the base of his palm resting on her neck, and he moved his hand to ease her head to the side.  He ended their kiss and moved his lips to her neck, just inches below her ear.  She let out a breath, one he could hear, and that confirmed that he was on the right track.  He could still feel her fingers digging into him as he moved his lips down her neck to below her chin.
    He didn’t know if he should say anything or simply move and let her say something if she wanted him to stop.  He was sure he was on the right track, though, and so he was going to move forward, but he’d take it slow.  He could tell she liked his lips on her neck by how she was responding, so he wanted to keep making her feel good.
    That meant moving his hands, and he knew if she didn’t like it, she’d say something.  They’d only been dating a month the first time he’d tried, and she’d stopped him, telling him she wasn’t ready.  He’d respected her request since, keeping his hands in acceptable places, but when she’d given him that blow job almost a week ago, it had felt like all bets were off—like she was ready to move forward.
    So he let his hands glide down her back , and when he got to her waist, where her pink t-shirt met her jeans, he paused.  She was kissing him, her breathing a little deeper, a little more jagged, and she moved her hands to his shoulders, then his neck.  One hand stayed pressed against his neck, her nails pressing against the flesh, and the other hand wound its way through his hair.  He’d started growing it out at Christmas.  He’d kept it short all through high school to keep his mother happy, but he’d decided he was a man now and could do what he wanted.  His mother hadn’t said a word, not at first, when it started covering his ears, not when his bangs hung in his eyes.  She’d finally caved and asked him during spring break when he was going to get his hair cut, and he told her he wasn’t.  She’d shrugged and frowned but hadn’t said another word.  He was glad now, because Leah’s hand in it felt good.
    He slid his hands up underneath the back of her tee where he could feel the warm flesh just above the waistband of her jeans.  She didn’t say anything.  A good sign.  So he thought he’d try moving a little higher.  Still not a word, but as his hand inched its way up her back, she pressed her breasts into him.  But she wasn’t telling him to stop.
    Another deep kiss and then his hand reached her bra strap.  He tried to remain calm.  It was time for the moment of truth.  He felt around the back of the strap to make sure it hooked in back and discovered it did, so he slid his other hand up to meet it.  Still nothing.  He was sure if she’d wanted him to stop, she would already be protesting.  Still…he wasn’t going to go fast, wasn’t going to press.  He wanted her to want it; he didn’t want to pressure her.
    She kissed him harder back as his fingers worked the hooks on the bra apart, and when he got i t undone, he let it go.  She didn’t object, so he splayed his hands out over the area where the bra had been holding her, moving one hand up between her shoulder blades.
    Time for another moment of truth.  He moved his lips back to her neck and kissed her again.  Not a word except for a soft sigh.  That triggered his confidence.  He was definitely on the right track.  She felt so good too, and he could feel himself getting hard.  That made him mad at himself because he wasn’t doing this for him.  It was for her.  He wanted her to feel like a woman, feel ultimate pleasure because of him, and so he had to hold his steed back.  Tonight was not about