Eventually, his hand pulled away from her breast. Dropping down, it slipped up inside the nighty and returned to cover her aching mound unhindered, his palm's heat sizzling against her flesh as it flattened her swollen nipple under it. Squeezing her breast hungrily, his fingers sculpted and reshaped its pliant flesh while the room's cool air swirled over her exposed, quivering abs.

"Mmm-mmm," she mewed again, the direct contact heightening the ache within her mounds . . . making her embers spark and snap excitedly within her loins.

For the next several minutes their tongues continuing to swirl over and around one another while his hand moved from her one...