Talented

She closed her eyes tighter as his tongue probed her mouth. Then she felt his hand glide up her body. With hardly any effort he removed her bra, yet laid his hand just underneath her left breast just beneath the actual swell of bosom. She found herself wanting to buck her hips so his hand would come up and squeeze her. She writhed a little, uncomfortably aroused. One finger traced the curve of her breast, nowhere near the actual nipple, but she found herself reacting anyway, the nipple hardening. He lowered his head and began kissing her neck. His fingers finally began to move, traipsing up to cup her, not to play with but just to hold. His tongue was so talented. When it slid against hers it was as though she was sating a hunger she didn\'t know she had. The wentness of their connected mouths the very mark of vehemence.