Faith raised her arms so that he could pull her shirt off. After he did, she started to slide her arms around him, when he caught her hands and moved them behind her. Suddenly finding herself on her back with him above her, a part of her felt very strange. Usually, as in always, she was the one on top. And she liked it best that way. So why wasn't she pushing him over and ravishing him? The question slipped away, though, as his lips touched her skin.
She arched her hips when she felt his hands unzipping her lather pants, hoping to help him in getting them off. Her breath was already beginning to come a little quicker, and her eyes slid open so that she could watch him edge lower.