“I’m going to take your shirt off now,” I stated, pulling back from her lips. Kissing was no longer enough and I needed to make it clear my intentions for that night.

“The door—”

“Is locked. No one’s walking in on us,” I reassured. I paused for a moment, ensuring that she was okay with what was about to happen.

A slight tilt of her head gave me the go ahead.

“Fuck!” I cursed when I sat up and smacked my head against the wooden boards of the top bunk.

Deborah giggled, but then asked, “Are you okay?”

“I fucking hate bunk beds. Next time we’ll have more room.” The next time we were in this position, would be in my bed where we had more than enough room to explore one another’s bodies. But I didn’t have time to think about that. I needed to concentrate on the woman in front of me at that moment.

Reaching down, I pulled Deborah’s shirt free from her body, leaving her nude from the waist up, save for the black bra she wore. I licked my lips before leaning down and outlining the tops of her breasts with my tongue. I moaned against the feel of her soft, supple skin.

Her chest rose as she arched her back slightly, obviously turned on.

“I’m going to take off your bra now,” I informed her, looking up into her eyes.

She nodded, and I moved my hands around to the back clasp, undoing the bind that hid her breasts from me. I glanced up at her face. She bit her lower lip, uncertain. I swallowed, wanting to tell her she needn’t be nervous. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But words failed me. Action would have to do.

I lowered my head to her breast, encircling her taut nipple with my lips. Her body reacted instantly, jerking upward, her back arching, but I wouldn’t let up. She tasted too sweet. The little moans that escaped her mouth were too enticing for me not to keep trying to pull them from her. I licked a line down the middle of her breasts before moving over to give the second one the same treatment as the first.

My cock attempted to bust through the zipper of my jeans and yet I couldn’t stop. I squeezed with my hands, pleased to see her breasts fit perfectly into them.

“Robert,” she let out on a whisper-moan, her head twisting from side to side against the pillows on the bed.

I heard the need in her voice. She needed more. I did to.

Forcing myself to pull away, I carefully sat back on my haunches, mindful of the damn top bunk. Next, I removed the sweater I’d been wearing along with the T-shirt I had on underneath before pressing our bodies together again, so I could capture her lips.

Deborah’s hands went to my hair. Enjoying the feel of her hands on me, I groaned against her lips.