James's hands roamed along her body, tracing it as they kissed with a hunger that was deep and passionate, desperate for more. His hands gripped and groped as they moved, feeling her sharp nails against his skin caused his muscles to flex in reaction against her grazing, and he soon reached his hands up to her shoulders, pulling the leotard she wore down off of her shoulders, and soon began to kiss down her chin and over her neck.
His hands let the leotard go, letting it hold against her upper arms as he began to slide his tongue along her neck, and over her shoulders, his breath heavy with heat, not bothering to slow down or question anything that was happening--he wanted it, and she wasn't stopping him yet, so he'd keep going.