nipples. He’s gentle with her. Never doing anything more than brushing them with his thumbs. As he paints her body in pleasure, she finds herself slipping even further away now.



She may be relaxed and drifting, but he can feel the subtle twitching of her hips. The hips never lie. As good as this feels now, she still wants more. She still wants to give him more.



One of his hands slide down from her breast to the front of her lacy panties. He starts again with the gentle brushing. This time with his middle finger. The lace on her panties is so thin that she might as well be wearing nothing at all.



Her breathing, while still slow, is becoming heavier and deeper. Her body feels tension again, but notlike before. This tension comes from the quick shiver of pleasure pangs shooting through her body.



Three points of pleasure. The kissing on her neck. The thumb brushing over her nipple. The finger sliding over her panties. It’s beginning to become too much to contain. The first real moans escape her lips.



He takes this as a sign. This time when his finger slides up, it slides back down right under her panties. His finger immediately feels the wetness and it’s not long before her lips are sliding in between his fingers.



Even in the heat of the moment he takes his time to explore her body. He pays attention to what causes every little shiver and moan. Nothing she gives him in these moments will be forgotten because she is