Wilke broke the kiss, but only because if he hadn't, he'd have passed out from lack of oxygen. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, he took in air while his lips roamed over her jaw, her ear, down her throat. He nosed her shirt collar away so he could keep kissing her shoulder, her collarbone. When the button on his jeans went, he hissed in a breath through his teeth as most of his blood left his brain. This was usually when he stopped her, when he slammed on the damned breaks.
But no more. Not now. He missed her; he missed being close like this. Missed those little sounds she made when he touched her...then his mouth was on hers again as his hands slipped under her shirt and up along her ribcage.
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2012-10-22 19:14 (UTC)But no more. Not now. He missed her; he missed being close like this. Missed those little sounds she made when he touched her...then his mouth was on hers again as his hands slipped under her shirt and up along her ribcage.