His shirt fell away to reveal a body kept trim by regular if not obsessive working out.  A small patch of hair sat at the centre of his chest and trailed downwards, turning to a soft down as it met his belly button.  His lips were hungry for her own and he alternated smaller ones with larger more exploratory overtures.<br/><br/>After a few moments, he broke from the kiss briefly to look her in the eye and say, "I've never had a girl...use her mouth...on me."  He felt a deep crimson start to spread up his neck and across his cheeks as he confessed to this simple little desire he had never had fulfilled.  Part of him wondered if she would slap him across the face and send him packing.  He was glad, at least, that the mask hid some of the blush.