Summer thought she could just spend hours kissing him, cuddled close and with soft touches. Nothing else, just that. She softened her kisses, tracing her tongue against his lip. After a long, dizzying moment, she drew her mouth from his and whispered, “Your turn.”
Eyes wide as he allowed pleasure to flow him, never knowing until now just how intimate and amazing making out and being held could be. Squeezing her shoulders and parting his lips once more, he shivered and eyed her shyly, before nodding and fingering the hem of her shirt, then moving to lift it up over her head.
She shifted, slowly, easing herself out of the shirt. Hair poured down through the neckline, webbing over her face, and she laughed, eyes crinkling. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it, and stretched her arms upward with a faint crackle of realigning bones. She bit her tongue on the question, ‘like what you see?’