Hannah giggled, it all felt so good but Hannah hated how their clothing got in the way, one step at a time, she mused to herself. "I hope its more than the wine," she whispered in Elly's ear, sucking it again, nibbling.
Moving her hand to trail down to the hem of Elly's shirt as the kiss continued to deepen, Hannah's hand slipped up inside, tracing Elly's flat stomach teasingly with her fingertips. Bringing it up further, sucking on Elly's bottom lip, she felt Elly's bra and teased it along the bottom.
"I want to feel you," Hannah almost whined, pressing her knee into the folds of Elly's covered pussy. She waited for Elly's permission.