[ Her hands slip lower and his little laugh is choked off at once. A reminder that somehow he's still the one wearing the least amount of clothes in this bed. That he's still wildly turned on; that even his self control has a bottom somewhere. That he's a gentleman, and no gentleman keeps a lady waiting. ]
You're a little overdressed. [ He says, close to her ear. He kisses her there, then moves down to her neck. His hands slip back up her bare thighs, aiming to divulge her of the rest of the fabric. ]
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You're a little overdressed. [ He says, close to her ear. He kisses her there, then moves down to her neck. His hands slip back up her bare thighs, aiming to divulge her of the rest of the fabric. ]