It was an accident.

Raz smiled under her lips, her moan encouranging him. He moved his hips slightly under her, just teasing her. He could feel a quiet moan building up in his throat, but he kept it down.

I giggled and pulled back. "Now you're just teasing me."

Raz grinned and nodded, pushing against her hips with his even harder that time. "And I take it that it's working?" He grinned.

I moaned slightly. "Mmm, not at all."

"I think I may just be teasing myself," Raz said, running his hands up the front of her shirt and bringing her lips back to his.

I slid my tongue into his mouth and ran my hands down his chest and fingered the bottom of his shirt. his hands were slowly making their way up my stomach to my breasts. Over top of my shirt, I might add

Raz shuckled, letting his hands slide back down to her hips after almost reaching her chest. After a moment of pressing their hips together, he smiled to himself and slid his hands under her shirt, manuevering the path they had been on before.

His hands were warm, and shivers went down my back as they made their way higher and higher. I slid one of my hands under his shirt and slowly rubbed his stomach and then his chest.

Raz's hands ran over her breasts, feeling the rigid fabric of her bra under his hands. He moved a little to kiss and nip her neck, his breath warm on her skin.

I giggled, only because I happen to be ticklish. "Mmm, I'm thinking we should move somewhere more comfortable?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Raz said, lifting her up so she was still pressed against him. "Where to?" He asked.

I pointed to a room that was behind him. "Bed's in there." I grinned and kissed him again.

Raz carried her into the bedroom, laying on the bed and setting her on top of him. He slipped off his shirt and the hers with a smile on his face. His lips went back to hers, sliding their tongues together.

My hands caressed his defined chest and we kissed. I had never been so close to anyone. My hands played with the waist of his pants and slowly undid them.

Raz helped her, slipping his pants off and then working on her pants, easily slipping them off her. He hesitated before sliding his hand down and caressing her inner thigh with slow deliberance. His other hand unhooked her bra.

I moaned, loving his touch. "Raz, I've never done this before. Just so you know."

"I can help you," Raz said breathily. He tossed her bra on the ground, running his hand up her side and then sliding the other down her panties, pressing into her gently, waiting for her reaction.

I moaned loudly and gripped his arm. He rolled over and now he was on top. His fingers still pushed into me, and I loved it. I wanted more and I pulled him closer.

Raz pushed his fingers into her a little deeper, her moan encouraging him. His lips lingered on her collarbone, feeling her chest rise and fall.

I pressed against him hard. My hands rubbed down his back until I reached his boxers. Then my fingers played with the band until one hand slid inside and gripped him hard.

Raz groaned from the pleasure that shot through him. Quickly, he pushed down his boxers so there was nothing in her way and moaned. For a virgin, she seemed to know what she was doing. He pulled his fingers away and slid off her panties, rubbing against her teasingly.

I kissed and bit at the side of his neck. I was wet and so ready to feel him inside of me

Raz began to enter her, glad for lubrication. He started out very slow, barely in then all the way out. Finally, he had eased himself a few inches into her and moaned loudly. She definitely wasn't lying about being a virgin.

I moaned loudly and gripped his arms hard. Being a virgin hurt, but she was glad it was him. "More." I whispered.

Raz, not being abole to control himself, thrust in quickly, not his full length, but far enough so she'd squirm. He started to pull out and thrust in again, gaining bit more control. He let his mouth roam her chest and his hands gripped the sheets.