When she arched and shivered, Adrian ginned as he continued kissing down her neck. "Is this..?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper now, "Is this my t-shirt?" It was an old black one of his, with the neck hole stretched out from use and he hadn't even remembered leaving it here.
His hands moved to the bottom of the tee and pushed it up, his fingers skimming her hips as he did so.
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