Molly removes her hands from his shirt long enough for him to get the jumper over her head and off. Underneath is a pink, lace, demi-cup bra. She may have been banking on him getting to see it. She's glad she had the forethought.
Her hands return to the ends of his shirt to undo the final couple of buttons, but pause as he purrs in her ear.
"No question," she agrees breathily as she looks up at him and her fingers pop the final button open. She's thought about her touching him, but her brain finally registers that he will also be touching her. Those beautiful, large hands on her heated skin, between her legs. Her clit throbs painfully just thinking about it.
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Date: 2017-02-07 03:29 am (UTC)Her hands return to the ends of his shirt to undo the final couple of buttons, but pause as he purrs in her ear.
"No question," she agrees breathily as she looks up at him and her fingers pop the final button open. She's thought about her touching him, but her brain finally registers that he will also be touching her. Those beautiful, large hands on her heated skin, between her legs. Her clit throbs painfully just thinking about it.