I hate it when clothes get in the way

So tonight, as with most other Saturday nights, I hung out with James. We had dinner at Tomahawk (man so good) and then went back to his place to watch BSG. An hour and a half and two episodes later we found ourselves with nothing to do. This was about 11:30pm. We laid there for a bit, arms around each other (pretty much I was enjoying the fact that James was really warm). I turned over so my chin was on his chest and continued the conversation we were having about his older brother. There was a pause in the conversation and James kind of sat up and kissed me. I had figured earlier on in the 'sitting on his bed' phase that he was going to be the one to start a makeout session. I'm always afraid that he's not going to be in it (okay, admittedly stupid because he's a guy) so I waited for him to start it. As I hoped, he kissed me first and that pretty much set us up for the next hour. It's funny because we were almost at the point where we've done the whole kissing thing and want to move on. But it's not like James lives by himself so we can just randomly have sex anytime we want. Anyway, about an hour later i decide that this is dumb and start to run my hand up his back inside his shirt. I could tell he was a little bit taken aback but little did he know it was just starting. He pulled me up on top of him and started to run his hand up the inside of the back of my shirt following what I did. I flipped him over so he was on top and, as a result, moved his hand from my back to my side. He stopped, looked at me and said "I don't know what you want". I said that he was a smart boy and he could figure it out. I think he did but he never really got any farther than my side. This is James we're talking about and the whole 'first girlfriend' is still kinda throwing him off I think. We do that for a bit and James kinda sits up bemoaning the fact that it's hard to find somehwere to sit where your arm isn't asleep or your hand isn't pinned under something. By this time it's close to 1am. James has a brilliant idea. He kisses me deeply and actually fully sits up pulling me with him so I'm sitting on his lap facing him. Not only did he not realize that this would make me taller than him, he also didn't realze where I was going to end up. So I'm sitting up right against him tight. James takes it a step further and puts his arms around me, pulls me close and down and starts to thurst his pelvis. Now by this time. I'm really annoyed because we were both very ready to move that relationship up a number of levels but had the problem of clothes and not having a place to ourselves. I could have taken him right that minute right there and he would have been right there with me. By the time we stopped it was close to 2 and I was so tired and sexually frustrated that I had to come home and get some sleep. I swear we would have had our clothes off so quickly it would have been amazing. And we line up so nicely too. After we stopped, James was sitting on the side of the bed and I was standing in front of him. He said that he was annoyed to see me go. I leaned in, sucked on his earlobe for a sec and said "that and you're letting a very willing girl walk out to door". James put his arms around me, pulled me close and said "yes but come new years you and I will take good care of that".

He's amazing. I was lying with my head on his chest and his arms around me and it was the safest, most wonderful feeling I've felt in quite a while. I felt like nothing could hurt me because James would protect me. It just makes me love him more and more every time I see him. I was kissing him and decided that I would have no problems doing this with him forever. He's an amazing person and one hell of a kisser.

Oh, and he was wearing the rugby shirt I gave him. He definitely looks hot in it. :P