Honestly over it

You told me you wanted to take things slow and that was the first time a man said that to me. I leaned against a wall on a side street and you faced me, smiled, and put your hands on either side of my face. That was the first time my lips met yours. I liked your mouth, your tongue. You let out a small moan when I softly bit down on your lip. You kissed me deeply and I felt my body succumb to you. I trusted you to control me. When I ran my hands from your neck down your chest, you pushed your body closer to mine. I inched my hips forward and felt you grow firm. I gently positioned my leg between yours and caressed you. Your moan created a warm desire between my legs, sending me further into a trance. I trusted you to control me. You were good to me.