Help with a kissing scene?

Okay, so I'm writing a story, and I finally got to the big kissing scene...but frankly, I hate it. Could anybody help me out? This is first person point of view by the girl, Bridget. Please, help! Anything would be great. I really want to make this a good scene.

POV things: she was a proper and wealthy person, but got mixed up in some bad things after her mother and stepfather are murdered, and she moves in with her dad who just got out of prison. It's a major culture shock for her. But then she meets Samuel and falls in love. This is her and Sam's kissing scene (quite a bit into the book). I already set it, and I like that much. They're alone, in Sam's run-down house.

Here's the scene.

My mind was swarming, like a million little bees buzzing about and numbing my brain. And, every little bee carried its own unique thought.

What’s happening?

Am I doing this right?

I can’t believe he’s kissing me.

Oh, my dear Lord. What’s happening?

Did he just bite me? Am I supposed to like it as much as I do?

I wonder if he’s kissed Maria like this.

I kissed Josh like this once before. I can't believe I did it.

But, you know, this is better.

Much better.

On and on the list went.

He smelled like soap and sugar and tobacco. I felt like I was about to melt, everything was warm and fuzzy. I felt intoxicated, as though I had smoked a little more than I was used to and had a few too many drinks. I could’t breathe, I was hazy, and the world went away. I imagined that, if I were to open the door, there would be nothing but a black abyss waiting on the other side. Nothing existed except for Samuel and me.

He kept on pressing his lips to mine, sometimes not even lifting his mouth to begin the new one. His hands kept me close to him, close enough so that I could detect everything; his stance, the way he was leaning forward, and the way his hands twitched and drummed on my sides. I could’t believe my heart could ever beat so fast.

Then, things took a turn for the zealous. He slowly outlined my lips with his tongue. It took me almost a full minute to realize what he wanted. When I did, yes, I was a little shocked, but too intoxicated from him to care.