"If that is what you want, I will do whatever it is that you wish of me," he parted her shirt and leaned down to kiss her breasts over the fabric of her bra, sliding his hand up underneath the wiring of one and cupping it in his large, strong hand. He moaned and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Paul was as hard as a rock, and he pressed that area against her thigh to show her how he really felt. He had had sex before, but it was really just a defiance against his mother and because he was a horny young man, but he cared for Mara, and hoped this was more than sex to her, because it certainly was to him.