When his fingers moved into her hair and pulled her close, her lips pressed to his. Her tongue slipped between her lips to gently trace his as she let some of her weight rest against his side, her breasts crushed to his hot skin.
One hand moved down over the expanse of his back to run over his buttocks, squeezing gently as her leg draped over his. She moved her hand back up, letting her nails drag along his skin.
As she kissed him, she subtly shifted the sheer robe aside to let the bare skin of her breasts press against him, skin finally meeting skin. Each muscle was as she remembered from their time together. She looked forward to tracing every one of them again with her tongue and fingertips.