"It is a good thing," Simon assured her, looking up into her deep eyes. "I like my girls girly."
Slowly, but not too slowly, Simon tugged down Cissy's pj pants until they slid easily past her hips. He could hardly believe it. She was naked, and she was in his bed. It just didn't seem real. Once he discarded of her clothing items, he decided that she was still farr too dressed. Moving up her body, he tugged on her tank top, indicating that it, too, should go. He removed it from her (stopping in for a few sweet kisses), then twirled it over his head and flung it across the room. "You look amazing," he said, awestruck. "I'm so happy this is mine."
He started down her body again, his breath short and uneven. He was hoping (really hoping) that he might have some clue as to what he was doing when he got there, that maybe instinct might kick in. Slipping his hands between Cissy's knees, Simon looked up at her once more, blushing. He kissed each knee, then her calves, moving gradually up both thighs until he reached his destination, breathing in her scent. He kind of understood what Sydni went through at the full moon now. The hunger, the yearning, the need to ravish and taste and indulge. He craved Cissy like wolves craved blood. Only difference was he was gently, his tongue tentative, slow. There would be time later for ferocity.