Of course, Jen had far more experience with the male body than most women her age even. She didn't need to feel it or even look down to know that Wes was aroused by this. She too could feel her own pulse quickening at what was going on between them. And for a young gun, he was rather bold to egg her on by using his tongue like that. The thought invigorated her as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, her fingers getting lost in his dark hair.
It was sort of like a test, just to see how far he was willing to go and how much he already knew. And this test, he seemed to be passing with flying colors. Her chest pressed against him as her tongue battled for control of his mouth. She even lifted a knee slightly to wrap around his leg, bringing him even closer to her. It was painfully evident at this point that he wanted her, and her head was crazy over thoughts of wanting him too. But this was not the place. And now was not the time.
As much as she hated to do this, she slowed her kisses until all that remained were the occasional pecks here and there. They were still intertwined around each other, but Jen was not about to let this go any further right now. With a sigh, pressed her forehead against his. Her lips were like magnets with his, always seeking them out, and she had to fight to keep them apart. "Not here, Wes," she whispered to him. She let her lips indulge in his one last time.