She couldn’t help arching herself into his touch, into the kiss against her shoulder. All the fine hairs on her skin stood up in the wake of his fingers, and she shuddered and moaned. She felt helpless in his hands, in the best way, and as he turned her around and pulled her against him she returned his kiss with enthusiasm, hands sliding up his bare chest.
Soon, her chest was bared for him and he hungrily reached out to cup her breasts in his palms, thumbing across the nipples, seeming to be satisfied at the moment. Ignoring the dress pooled around her waist, he focused on the kiss and stroked across her flesh, their bodies arching up together as he moaned into her mouth.
She could do nothing but hold on to his shoulders, fingertips curving into his skin, as he teased her. Her head fell back, and as she trembled in his hands her hair came loose, uncoiling to the ground in a red swirl. “Please,” she panted, knees starting to give way.