Edge Of My Restraint

...Tyler POV...

As we step into the room, we come to a stop at the foot of the bed. As I turn to her, those deep blue eyes tell me so many stories, but what they tell the most is that she wants me just as much as I need her.

As she starts to speak, I softly press my finger against her soft velvety lips.

"Ssshhh, Jenna."

But then I add...

"Unless if you want me to stop."

She answers by loosening the buttons of my shirt slowly one by one; I watch as her hands are slightly trembling. I take her hand to stop it from shaking and let my lips seek hers instead; it is all she needs to take that edge off her nervousness.

In no time, she has me bare in front of her; she runs her fingers over the lines of my muscled chest. It sends ripples of pleasure to every corner of my body. Then she slowly pulls my shirt off over my shoulders.

I scrunch her dress together; it finds its way over her head and into a pile next to my shirt. With