Until you beg me to stop... Brian's eyes flashed with mischief as he shed his unbuttoned shirt and his knees spread, causing Betsy's to do the same. He pulled his white t-shirt off while he was at it, and exposed his freshly showered shoulders, arms and chest. His khakis were tight across his hips with the pressure of his erection, but he didn't touch the fastenings; pants could wait. He had a new faith to practice.
He bent back down then, laying his hands over Betsy's calves, then feeling the softness of her flesh all the way back up to her hips. His fingers slipped under her pajama shorts and smoothed around the curve of her thighs so her was caressing the sides of her hips and butt. While all of this was going on, his face had moved closer to her as well, and he was imbibing the smell of her. Her scent was uncannily similar to his own, but sweet and feminine; it left him wanting more. He lowered his face until his nose and lips touched her belly and he pushed up her top with his freed left hand. Her skin was warm and her abdomen was surprisingly firm - months of training did that to a body.
He kissed her, just under the belly button, then laid a trail of teasing pecks down toward her left hip. His right hand lingered inside the leg of her shorts, and Brian shifted it up further, letting his fingers emerge out the waistband, then grabbed the band and pulled downward so he could continue his kisses. His long, thick left arm moved with tantalizing skill further under her pajama top and up toward her right breast, where his fingers stopped so the tip of his middle finger just came short of brushing her nipple.
Instead of making contact there, his mouth pressed down hard on her exposed inner hip, his tongue flicking out repeatedly and tasting the skin on the lowest part of her lower belly. He moaned against her at the taste, and his left hand connected with her breast so that his index and middle fingers snipped firmly around her nipple and he teased it with a few light, upward tugs. His body relaxed slightly with an overwhelming build up of desire, allowing his face to rest against the place he was kissing, and Brian muttered, "Dear God, Betsy." He could've continued teasing and exploring her all night - her reactions were reward enough.