Re: Still later
His rasped exhale of breath across her skin will tell her more than enough.
Oh, God.
Instinct begins to overwhelm conscious thought, reducing their communication to touch, to sound, to movement alone. His kisses savour the taste of her skin, exploring its growing expanses as her shirt falls away from her.
The metal of his belt is cold, in stark contrast to their combined body heat, but it proves no obstacle to her practiced hands, much as the fabric that keeps her generous swells of soft flesh cannot endure against his.