[ And she knows, doesn't she, that he'd love to be there? To feel her breasts full and soft in his palms. To squeeze her, claim her. To kiss over her smooth skin, to taste her sweetness, to tease her nipples with mouth and teeth and anything else. To make her squirm and moan and beg for more.

It's going to be hard for him to focus like this, isn't it? ]

Giving in already? You're too sensitive for your own good. I haven't even told you to reach between your legs, yet.

[ Though he's sure that she's aching, tingling, dripping in her panties. And he can't wait to see that for himself, too. ]

Is that what you want? Permission for more?