Slowly, ever so slowly so that she could bat him away should she decide he was in the wrong, he rested his cheek against the last remaining scrap of material protecting her non-existent modesty. She was so warm, and he breathed her in deeply.
One had on each of her thighs, his fingers glided up and down, both caressing and holding himself upright. He turned his face to look up at her as his nose nuzzled, seeking out her folds behind the barrier.
Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and took the material between his teeth, tugging it slightly to give his intentions, not certain if he wanted her to let him go on, or if he wanted her to stop him.