"I wasn't trying to be subtle," he admitted, pinching her nipple a bit harder, rolling it carefully between his fingertips, his own breath hitching at the way the pink flesh puckered and tightened beneath his touch. Turning his hand to cup the underside of her breast in his palm, he squeezed it gently, his thighs spreading a bit wider to cradle her shoulders and the small of her back.
His hand slid lower while the other slid beneath her neck, cradling the back of her skull as he explored the flat of her belly, his thumb dipping into her navel, his fingertips dipping briefly beneath the elastic of her panties.
Sliding that hand along the inside of her thighs, he wedged her knees apart, the back of his thumb grazing the cotton of her underwear where she was warm and already a bit damp. He touched her over the thin fabric, his fingertip tracing the slit between the folds of her labia, his thumb flicking gently over her clitoris before drifting away entirely.
He continued that way for a while, tracing patterns across her skin, nebula and starbursts across her collarbones, until she was squirming and covered in goosebumps, a mottled flush staining her chest.
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His hand slid lower while the other slid beneath her neck, cradling the back of her skull as he explored the flat of her belly, his thumb dipping into her navel, his fingertips dipping briefly beneath the elastic of her panties.
Sliding that hand along the inside of her thighs, he wedged her knees apart, the back of his thumb grazing the cotton of her underwear where she was warm and already a bit damp. He touched her over the thin fabric, his fingertip tracing the slit between the folds of her labia, his thumb flicking gently over her clitoris before drifting away entirely.
He continued that way for a while, tracing patterns across her skin, nebula and starbursts across her collarbones, until she was squirming and covered in goosebumps, a mottled flush staining her chest.