I slide my hands up higher, cupping her breasts and squeezing. I can feel myself get more and more excited and all my worried and anxious thoughts are melting away, replaced with desire. I want her, I want this.

She scrapes her nails along my skin and I kiss her again, more forcefully this time. I like that small sensation of pain to keep me grounded, I don't know if I could handle pure pleasure, it's too foreign to me, but this I like. This is familiar.