[sorry for taking so long! friends' birthdays and I'm the cake maker!]
She almost pushed him down, her hair still a bit damp, falling to each side of his face. With a small grin, she completely removed the shirt he was wearing- her bare chest touching his, that slight cooler sensation from his skin made her shiver.
She kissed him again, painfully slow to just enjoy the moment...as her hands slid from his chest to the button of his pants, teasing and only unbuttoning when she couldn't take it much longer. Still, only a hand slid slowly down, rubbing through the fabric- letting him take the initiative. There was something inside of her that was still thinking this wasn't happening, and that he was going to stop her at any given moment.