He was intoxicated, and he had to have his fill, as he trailed kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, and into the V of her dress. He wanted to release them from their prison so he could fit them in his mouth, but he couldn't wait as he tried to suck her breasts on top of her dress and lacy bra.
'Ohhh…,' she moaned again, the sensation she felt made her legs go weak and her core damp. It was like she could feel his lips right on her nipple. 'Ahhh..' she couldn't stop herself from making another sound. It was beginning to feel like torture. She wanted him to take all her clothes off.
But just like that, he stopped what he was doing.
She could not look him in the eye, she felt ashamed that she acted like a wanton, not being able to control herself from moaning out loud. She had almost begged him to take her, but she was glad that he had stopped.
