Maris's hands continued to caress his bare back beneath his grey shirt. Quickly, she pulled it up and broke their kiss to tug it over his head. It fell with no sound to the floor. Maris's hands found his chest, warm now, and her fingers twirled and stroked the sparse amount of coarse hair between his nipples.
Lucan reveled in the feel of her heat being pressed against him through the lace; he pulled her closely to him again. He could feel her nipples hardening and caressing him through the cloth. He could also feel the strain of his hardening cock pressing almost painfully against his jeans. As if she'd read his mind, Maris ground her hips up against his hard bulge and he gasped sharply, sucking air through his teeth at the exquisite feel of it.
