((holy crap, i thought i'd tagged this. it must have gotten eaten by ij's crazy fits and spasms. sorry!))
Breathing deeply, but heavily, Tessa shifted her hips, rocking against him as his mouth and hands moved over sensitive flesh. She curled herself around him, breathing his sent, and her hands slid under his clothes, seeking skin. She could have banished the layers of fabric with a thought, but she didn't. Not this time.
This first time, she would take her time, and unwrap him properly. At least until he got impatient and decided to try and change the game.