"Yes, dummy..." she chuckled and helped as Hemingway decided to go for broke and pulled off the shirt completely, tossing it aside. Abi groaned a little at the sight of him, all man and lean but soft, actual chest hair too? 21st century men really didn't look like him, but she fucking loved it. He was the walking epitome of it and it turned her on. That aching need between her thighs was starting to grow with every piece of clothing they shed between them.
Abi ran her hand up as Hemingway pulled her closer, both seeming to come together in a crash of passion. Abi moaned as he held her, backing a bit further towards the bed, though. She hastily reached behind her to take off her bra, tossing it away in order to feel his skin on top of hers. Her whole body was begging her to just take him but she wanted to take her time, make that tension into a spring.