Mostly just skin now. Nice. More than nice. When he was younger, this would have been enough by itself, just moving with her on the bed, skin to skin. She was warm and just as eager for this.
He ran one hand up to her nape, where the long hair began, just toying with the long strands, trying not to pull. The other played along the side of her body, stopping to play with the side of her bra, with the side of her panties, these tiny scraps of fabric all that covered her. For the first time in awhile, he wished there was enough light to see at least a little. He wanted to see her laid out like this, beautiful on his bed.