Talk about awkward positions. When she sat on his bed, he was sort of left bending over her, his butt kind of sticking out. He kept on kissing her, but this wasn't going to work. He tightened his grip around her (not too much because he didn't want to crush her) and pulled her up higher on the bed, allowed for him to get his knees up on it and crawl up. It was a really sloppy move, but Alfie had no time for finesse. It was as if instinct was driving him, and he laid her down on his pillow, lying down on top of her.
All the while, their lips never parted. Alfie did things with his mouth and his -- dare he say -- tongue that he hadn't even thought of doing before. It just sort of came naturally. And he threw caution to the wind. He dragged his hand down over her chest all to way to the bottom of her shirt. And then, he slipped his hand underneath her shirt, making his way back up. The rest of his body shook slightly at what he was doing, and his breath occasionally hitched in his throat. Holy shit this was intense.