Kiss him.

You gently yet firmly grip Ben's shoulders and more your face towards him. You plant your lips against him kiss him gently, yet sensuously. At first, he struggles to get away, shocked. But after a few seconds, you feel the tension run out of his body as he starts pressing back against your lips with his own.

Oh so carefully, you move one hand from his shoulder to his back and begin caressing, coaxing him to let his desires take over. He begins tugging at your lips with his own and runs a hand over your bare chest.

After a few minutes, his lips pull away from you. He sighs. "God, I've wanted to do something like that for such a long time, but I was too afraid. Thank you for breaking the ice.

You gaze into his emerald eyes and smile as you stroke his cheek, his stubble gently scratching your hand. "Any time, guy. Sometimes, all we need is a little shove in the right direction. But if you want me to stop, let me know."

"I don't want you to stop," he says, fidgeting in your embrace. "Just...go easy on me, okay? I'm nervous, even if I am excited."

"No problem, Tiger," you say as you reach down and caress his right asscheek. He flinches, but offers no further protest. You stand there squeezing the mound under your hand as you consider how best to proceed.