His hands are already moving to her shirt as she challenges him, his fingers catching at the hem and gathering up the fabric to push it up as his heels of his hands trailed over her stomach, up along the curve of her breasts as he works the shirt up and over her head.
Every glimpse of a gaping blouse, every tease of wet fabric clinging to her skin, and he's thought about this. About finally having this, even if he's been much too shy to act upon it.
One hand lightly curving to her waist as the other hand cups her breast. Fingers curling against the silkiness of her skin even as he arches up, kissing the space between her breasts, the curve of one, and then the peak of her breast as his lips parted. Breathing hotly against her skin even as his tongue flicked out, lapping over the nipple.
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winterfish
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Date: 2019-01-07 07:13 pm (UTC)Every glimpse of a gaping blouse, every tease of wet fabric clinging to her skin, and he's thought about this. About finally having this, even if he's been much too shy to act upon it.
One hand lightly curving to her waist as the other hand cups her breast. Fingers curling against the silkiness of her skin even as he arches up, kissing the space between her breasts, the curve of one, and then the peak of her breast as his lips parted. Breathing hotly against her skin even as his tongue flicked out, lapping over the nipple.