She is breathless, laughing nervously while her eyes dart back from him to the door. Although she does calm at his touch, she is still visibly rattled and embarrassed.

"Won't it melt?"

He kisses her mid-thought, stealing her breath and her train of thought again and again. Greyson's hands slide down her arms to hold her hands, gently pulling her toward him.

She remains bashful, unconvinced, but amused by his encouragement and willing to be lead. Her fingers tighten around his and she shows no resistance to his encouragement, only a single glance over her shoulder for the abandoned treat at the door.

"... okay."

The bedroom door closes and nervous, affectionate giggling rises in the quiet.

Greyson Connors

Lightheaded, overwhelmed, thoroughly hooked, Gwen exhales sharply as she is lifted up and against him. Either knee presses into the soft couch, folding beneath their weight to memorize and set in stone.

Their lips lock again, briefly, before teeth brush against skin. He is relentless and dizzying, leaving her skin sparking with anticipation. The entire world falls away to leave just her and him.

Up until the front door rings, pulling her rapidly out of the zone and out of his arms. She blushes furiously, instinctively rushing to gather her shirt and catch her breath.

"The- the ice cream is here, I think."

But she doesn't move to answer the door.

Greyson Connors

She can feel his breath tickle against her cheek, warm, affectionate. It reels her in, keeps her focused. She smiles, bashful beneath his gaze, uncomfortable only as a result of her own awkwardness. The woman's blush is visible against her cheeks, flushed from the attention.

"... no. No, I don't want to stop."

Gwen watches him, attention heavy. She smiles, the action slow while she waits for his response, happy to bask in his attention.

Greyson Connors

They play a game of follow the leader, and Gwen catches on quickly. Everything is new and exciting and nerve-wracking, synapses firing on all cylinders as his body pushes hers further and further into the unknown. She is a vortex of emotion and want, following the pattern of his kisses to keep up, to stay with him, to not fall behind.

She exhales sharply, a quiet gasp as his lips find the sensitive skin of her neck. She can feel his heartbeat, feel his hand at her jaw, pinching just enough to keep her still. She is drunk on his attention, unafraid, really, of the way he hungers.

Her anxiety is not as a result of him, but instead a result of inexperience.

His teeth graze her skin and she holds her breath, heart pounding while he continues to explore. Every step he takes leaves her dizzy and breathless, and she slowly lets her own hands wander. Gwen is gentle, unsure, but she's memorizing every inch of the man.

"Greyson-- I've, mmm.. never done this before.."

Greyson Connors

Rather than feel discouraged by his laughter, Gwen's natural response is to close her eyes and laugh gently along with him. She tilts her cheek and is momentarily shocked back into opening her eyes to watch him when his hand presses to caress her cheek. Instinctively, the woman shifts so as to pull his hand along, planting a kiss against his hand.

If this was what it felt like to fall, she was happy to never touch the ground again.

He kisses her again, gathering her heart and her head all at once. He is dizzying, intoxicating, intimidating all in the same breath. He sinks, hips digging into the softness of her thighs. But he is not heavy, not in the slightest. Her own desperate hunger is loud the closer he gets, the deeper they fold.

Gwen's nervous energy returns with the burning in her chest, the tingle, the desire, the overwhelming need for more.

Greyson Connors

Kissing him brought an amalgamation of emotions, a whirlwind of thought and expression. It was exhilarating, uncomfortable, exciting, terrifying; brought her anxiety and anticipation. But the smile he presses to her lips encourages her own, and as breathless as she is and as inexperienced and awkward and clumsy, he makes her feel as if none of it matters. He crashes into her as if she is the only thing that matters and as if none of what she does has any sway on how much he likes her.

And that gives her confidence.

Gwen sucks in a breath, tilting her face back from his mouth briefly as his fingers bite against flesh. It is painful in a way that excites her, leaves her breathless. Her body responds with her knees pressing to his ribs, only to release when he breaks it off. The rhythm of their affection pauses with his own breathless admission.

Moments before, she finds she's been searching his super-charged violets, affection red-hot against her pale face. And then he speaks, admitting the tantalizing tale of his heart, and she blushes deeper.

"I think that you are very beautiful, too."

Greyson Connors

There was no reason to be timid with him, she had come to realize. There was nothing to gain from not offering to him everything that she was.

From the world she refrained to express herself too openly, having been taught to be reserved and cautious. Always in the shadow of someone else, with the strict instruction to protect and serve.

The only person she was protecting now was herself- and Greyson... wasn't a threat.

He accepts her demand and plunges to find her. This time, his passion is hotter, coarser, pulling at something deeper in her belly she doesn't recognize.

But it doesn't intimidate her. It only encourages her to keep pulling down what cautious barriers she had to her heart.

Gwen accepts each hungry kiss with her own in return, matching his pace as best she can. She's clumsy, inexperienced, maybe even awkward, especially as her hands rest against his arms, his back, his neck to memorize him.

Greyson Connors