The hand in his hair, he pulled away slightly, taking a heavy breath, lips parted; Montague grinned, his tongue greedily taking in her faint taste. Slipping his hand up, he pulled the little knot holding her towel together, spreading the fabric as he pulled himself up along her body. Grin still on his face, his eyes flickered down, her chest rising and falling with her intake of air- one hand resting next to her, holding himself up- the other moved over the smooth muscles of her stomach, up to cup and kneed her breast.
He had plans, but first he’d take a little for himself. Squeezing the soft flesh beneath his hand, Montague leaned back in, head tilting to take her lips again, moving, once more, his entire body into the kiss, undulating against her, hand still working and then sliding down- over her pale perfect skin, back, to grasp her leg fingertips teasing, before working under the flesh pulling her leg up- bent.