"I know," Shikera whispered back. Hooking her thumbs in her tights, she slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor, leaving her in black panties and her little lacy bralette.
Ethan lowered his head to her neck, groaning as he palmed her breast. There was a small wet spot on her bra, and feeling it almost undid him. His length throbbed in his pants, aching to be buried in her hot cunt for the first time in several months, and his mouth watered to get another taste of her even though he'd spent the past few weeks since they got married doing that.
She just had that intoxicating effect that followed her around and never ceased to amaze him.
Shikera latched on to his shoulders, digging her nails into his taut muscles as he kissed along her chest and the edge of the lace. When he tugged the lace down, she gasped and arched toward him.
