Just keep kissing her

There's no need to rush. I wanted to savor this moment, the way she tasted, the rhythm of her breathing, the soft sounds of air escaping her lips.

"I guess I can't," Melody replied with a giggle. She was grinning a silly schoolgirl grin, as though she had never considered frowning before. But then she looked away bashfully. Our faces separated for just a moment.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Well..." she trailed off. For a second I feared that I had done something horribly wrong. That she had suddenly changed her mind.

"Well..." she finally continued. "Can I have another one?" She still didn't look me in the eye when she asked.

I rolled my eyes and kissed her again. This one was deeper, more forceful, but still not reaching something overtly sexual. This was just a deep kiss, bringing our lips together as close as possible. I decided to push things just a little, I began to lean into her. Following my lead, I gently led her down until she was lying on my bed.

"Hm!" a gasp left her lips as I brought her down. But she landed softly, and we continued to kiss. My hands were on both sides of her face, as I tried not to put too much pressure on her. I can't tell you how long we stayed like that. But at some point, Melody reached up with her arms, tentatively at first, and wrapped them around my back. It was just a gentle embrace, a simple gesture with a simple meaning. Don't leave me.

And so we stayed. The kiss was soft and pure and warm, but I was a woman beyond my first schoolgirl crush. My body ached for more, and this prolonged kissing reawakened my body to all kinds of feelings it had began to forgot. I began to put more of my body weight on her, my shirt pressed against the bare skin of her chest. We could both feel that this kissing wouldn't last much longer because...