Kami arched immediately with a sharp cry as he began exploring every inch visible with rapt attention. She dropped a hand to tangle in Shae's dark hair, urging him onwards while the other hand fell to her side and bunched the comforter beneath them in the desperate need to grip something. Bending one leg, she managed to brush her ankle and shin down the back of his bare calf, the soft cotton of her pants teasing. "Shae," she whispered and his name was heavy and sweet on her tongue. "God, that's good."
Squirming now beneath his hot, open-mouthed worship, she shook her hand free of the blankets and brought it upwards toward her own shoulder. With a breathless laugh, she hooked her fingers in the strap of her pretty, delicate bra and tugged it awkwardly down the smooth curve of her shoulder. "Don't mind the mess," she giggled.