There was one of those 'just the tip' arguments in there. He could imagine President Clinton asking for a definition of sex. Reed was damned either way. He and Miri may as well enjoy themselves.
Reed released her breasts, because watching them was better than touching them right now. Boobs were by far the greatest thing ever. Reed was a guy's guy in that sense. He loved them. He loved a lot of things about women though. Everything about their bodies was just awesome. And, like most men, he was a little jealous of their ability to orgasm over and over. Though Reed wasn't sure they'd make it that far. He felt his own climax brewing, so he needed to make sure he got her there first. He dragged his fingers down the center of her chest and abdomen until his thumb finally made contact with her clit, rubbing it lightly at first.