Me and shyboy were watching dvd's again tonight in the lounge when I started to trace my foot up and down his leg. I was wearing stockings so the silky smoothness must have been nice...he got distracted, kissed me, and we missed the rest of the dvd because he's such a passionate kisser. It's very intense, the way he kisses, he dosent just use his lips and tongue but his whole body, all of him gets involved. He uses strong hands to hold me close to him and mould me to his body, he strokes my legs when I wrap them round him, he thrusts against me, with muffled moans in such a wonderful rubbing pushing motion that I don't know what to think or do excpet "oh dear god!". He totally loses me in the lust of it, and we kiss and kiss and kiss. We were sliding down the sofa because we were wriggling and pushing up against each other so I shyly suggested moving to his bed.
We went upstairs to his bed, and kissed, and rolled around, and rubbed some more, and although not much else happened, it happened for hours and hours and hours with neither of us wanting to let go, just on his bed, making out. He drives me wild, crazy, passionate, I just end up stroking all over his back and his chest and his stomach, sliding my fingers slightly under his waistband. He dosent seem too shy about getting a stiffy with me anymore, and instead of hiding it he thrusts and grinds it into me, his pelvis against my hips, my clit, my thighs, hard and pressing, rubbing and pushing. It's fantastic, and I push back, I make it known that I want our bodies to interlock. I made some comment about wanting to tear all his clothes off, and he laughed and said "not tonight." but the thing where I give him sexual favours for his birthday is looking more and more likely, which delights me totally. I asked what he wears in bed (boxers, but he keeps a dressing gown handy.). I asked him if he'd ever wander the corridors in just his boxers and he said "that would be bad if I saw you..." sugestively. The idea that I make him hard is still so new and thrilling.
When we werent locked in a tight, passionate make out session, we laid on his bed listening to late night radio and talking and snuggling. I know he's going to have a lot less time for me when term starts because he's a student, and he hinted that it would be good if I had a job because then I'd actually let him out of bed to get to his lectures, haha. We finally managed to let go of one another a few minutes ago. I dont know what to say, except wow, and that he's pretty into the whole dry sex, rubbing up against one another thing. He was definately enjoying himself, with all the grunting and moaning and panting...mmm... so animal and horny! I thought it was going to take months before he and I got up to anything more, but now I'm not so sure. Next step I guess is that he touches my breasts. Would be a bit forward to stick my hands down his pants if he hasnt even groped my top half, I suppose.
I adore him, and I dont think Ive ever dated someone I wanted so much. I love kissing his neck, running my fingers over the fluffy hair around his navel, burying my face under his chin like a small burrowing animal, for security. I'm not in love, but give it a week and I very well will be. He does, at this moment in time, possess the power to break my heart if he turned into a total git.