You don't make it

You freeze up as he touches you, and can't stop him as he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. He keeps going, moving to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. As he reaches it, you begin to shudder. "Oh God, that feels so good." you whisper.

"Mm, I bet." Don says, pulling away. You frown at that, wanting it to go on. Physically, at least. Mentally, you don't particularly want a guy kissing you. Of course, that's not where he stops. He reaches up and grabs your breasts. Your eyes widen as he does, but you find yourself moaning as he caresses them, squeezing and rubbing your nipples through your top. You feel your legs shake, your breathing quicken, and then he chuckles.

He stops, then grabs the bottom of your top and yanks it off. You don't resist, allowing him to remove it. He grabs your breasts again and continues to play with them. Your knees weaken again, and you find yourself leaning forward into him. Don releases your breasts and pushes down on your shoulders, pushing you fully to your knees.

You look up at him, and see him reaching down and undoing his pants. The look in your eyes makes it clear what he wants.