This was intense. Laney had never been in a position where another human being was laying on top of her, except maybe when she was play wrestling or something. It was never like this, though. Being under Alfie, on his bed, with his tongue in her mouth was much, much better than wrestling. Honestly, she had no idea how she was even breathing. Through her nose, she supposed. But she wasn't thinking about it, and that blew her mind.
And he was getting handsy, which she wasn't stopping. She liked the anticipation of his hand slowly creeping down her body, and then back up. She liked the way his hand tickled her bare skin as it slipped under her shirt. It made her feel warm. Really warm. She wanted him to feel the same way, but wasn't quite sure. He didn't exactly have boobs for her to touch. What did girls do for guys?
Instinctively, she moved her hands down his back, slipping them under his shirt as well. She wasn't going to touch his chest, but the skin on his back was good enough for her.