Kissing the marked spot, he moved back, pulled her sweater up. She helped, laughing with him when their arms tangled and the sweater got wrapped around her head. Finally she was free, and he couldn’t resist her laughing mouth, went back for more.
She accepted his kiss, but her hands moved to his front and unclasped his buckle. The leather slid out of the belt loops, and she moved on to the button of his jeans. Breaking free of the kiss, he left her to the task and focused on the pretty lilac lace bra in front of him. It cupped her breasts nicely, enticingly. He traced the lace with one finger, ever so gently. She shivered, but her fingers dove into his jeans and tested his length.
She didn’t have much room to work, though, so he was pretty confident he would win this round. He shaped the
