Second date to the rooftop

I am excited and proud, he is nervous and hopeful.
“What would you say if I asked to kiss you?” He timidly breaks the silence.
“I thought you’d never ask.” I roll onto my side and press my lips against his. He tastes like beer and he smells like snow. He slides his arms around my waist, sliding his hand up my spine. I press myself closer into his body and I can feel him through his jeans. I pull away and push him onto his back. Straddling him he tries to pull me down towards him but I resist. I look straight into his eyes and begin to unbutton my dress.
“C-can I go down on you?” He stammers.

I say nothing. I lean back towards him. Pressing myself against his chest I kiss him long and hard. I bite his lower lip and turn over, pulling him with me until he is on top of me. My dress is pulled up around my waste. Scott pulls aside the gusset of my cotton panties. He smiles at me and then his face disappears between my legs. Instantly I gasp and every single muscle in my body tightens. I am wet already. As I relax he pushes a finger deep into me. He traces his tongue in circles around my clitoris. He pulls his finger in and out, in and out, in and out together in the same rhythm with his tongue. I can’t help but cry out. My hips pull up from the shingles, but he doesn’t stop. He pushes in another finger, faster now. He gently nibbles my labia.