I stepped close, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back against the wall, not rough enough to bruise, but firm. I kissed her again, harder this time, my teeth nipping at her lower lip. My hands slid up under her shirt, pushing it higher, cupping those full breasts I'd dreamed about. 

They were soft and heavy in my palms, spilling over my fingers, the skin smooth and warm. Her nipples were stiff peaks, and I rolled one between my thumb and finger, pinching just enough to make her gasp into my mouth. She arched her back, pressing into me, her body betraying how much she wanted this.

I trailed my...