Melinda chuckled into the kiss as Oliver led them… His flat was small but it wasn’t until he pulled her down onto the couch that she had been aware of which direction he had taken them. It was a change of speed, definitely, going from cuddling and holding hands, small kisses while talking, but this felt more like a natural progression than a sudden change of pace. She nuzzled his cheek, pressing small, nipping kisses from his jaw to his lips. “Then let me distract you for a bit.”
With a smile, she winked at him, kissing his lips again, his chin, down his throat to his t-shirt. Glancing up to meet his eyes for a beat, she slid down his body and pushed up his shirt, just enough to show his skin. She had known that Oliver was well-built, but she’d had no idea he was this well-built. Leaning down, she kissed his chiselled abs, letting the tip of her tongue tease against his skin as she pushed his t-shirt up another inch and she nipped another kiss to his warm skin. One by one, one kiss at a time, she pushed his shirt up until she could pull it off him completely.