As her hand deposited his at her curves, she retreated her hand behind her back and fiddled with the clasp of her bra until it unhooked and fell loosely against her frame. It was awkward under her shirt, but she didn't want to move away from him to remove it. She also wasn't sure just how cold she might get later if she pulled her shirt off.

Swallowing, she met to his mouth again. Their kiss shifted between the press and slide of tongues to just the application of her mouth to his. Capturing and claiming, nipping and tugging as she allowed the soft whimpers to press from her to him. There was slight apprehension building up in her, but she didn't want to focus on that, not right now, she didn't want to bring up anything that might stop him from doing that with his hand.