"Someone should," she agrees, her tone serious even though her eyes and lips are smiling. "And it may as well be me. I'm right here, after all."
She runs her palms from his shoulders down over his chest and stomach and takes a long, lingering moment just slipping her hands up beneath his shirt to run them over soft, warm skin before tugging gently at the hem and pulling it up and over his head. He's all creamy tan skin and lean muscle and she absolutely stands by her previous assessment of him as the most beautiful thing in the world.
Tucking the fingers of one hand into the waistband of his pants, she runs her other palm back over his chest and leans in to kiss him again as she rubs the pad of her thumb gently over one nipple, then reaches down to undo the fastening of his pants. "Your shoes might get in the way, though."
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She runs her palms from his shoulders down over his chest and stomach and takes a long, lingering moment just slipping her hands up beneath his shirt to run them over soft, warm skin before tugging gently at the hem and pulling it up and over his head. He's all creamy tan skin and lean muscle and she absolutely stands by her previous assessment of him as the most beautiful thing in the world.
Tucking the fingers of one hand into the waistband of his pants, she runs her other palm back over his chest and leans in to kiss him again as she rubs the pad of her thumb gently over one nipple, then reaches down to undo the fastening of his pants. "Your shoes might get in the way, though."